Every once in a while I just need to vent (the edited version).

First of all, I compare myself to others way too much.  But not to people I don't know, to my friends.  My really great, beautiful, talented friends.  Anybody will tell me not to, but everybody does the exact same thing.  Besides, I don't do it all the time.  Usually I'm happy and proud of who I am, just not today. This is me venting. Got it?

It's days like today that I just want to quit.  I want to quit and move to Germany to live with my mother's cousins and be the nanny for their children.  The children, Tobias and Oliver, don't speak English so we'd probably get along just dandy.  I could live with them, take care of them till they are grown and have kids, and then take care of their kids.  I could learn German, go to the German baker, take the German children to their German schools, and drive German cars, and go for walks in beautiful Germany, and live happily ever after as a single American wanna-be-German, and not have to worry about anything ever again.  But seriously, I'm good at taking care of kids. That's about it.  Oh, and I can make a mean German Pancake.  

The end.  (Not really, but you know how days like today are.)