Your first thought: Who is this “Stella” and I mean..how many of them are there? Hmm…’cause I know zero Stellas except that one chick from the movie with the badass braids and muscle for days!
You know that one time when I was all like “Fuck you Universe and your lemons because I’m a boss and if I want apples then you best buh-lieve I’m getting some juicy apples bitch”?
Who even ARE you Elizabeth?!
Where’s my fucking coffee?!
Happy Monday Humans! Just feed me coffee and tell me I’m pretty!
It’s 2 in the morning here in Miami (is good morning fitting)? And because I’m up designing a cake consisting of hand-making dozens of fondant succulents from Hell, I made an educated decision to ingest a caffeine stimulant a couple of hours ago.
I just finished reading the most eloquently written blog post on Facebook. A friend shared it from mom.me and I was enticed only because some other friends complimented it/shared it again and I suddenly felt challenged. And I admit- it was beautifully delivered. It’s everything an English professor could ever dream of. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t piss me off.
I don’t know what it is about me. But there are these days much like today, when I just know I’m an absolute hot mess and my day has already gone to shit right from the second I blink my brown eyes.