So here’s the thing.
No. Not you Blue’s Clue’s Steve. But I’m not done with you yet (apparently). Seriously Karina, you just made me question half of my existence. Is this the twilight zone as fuck or what? Guys. Steve isn’t even dead? And then I went and actually looked this up and I’m baffled. Like how did I NOT do this before? I feel like a total idiot!Steve is ALIVE!!!
But back to you ACTUAL Steve, to whom this hate-letter was meant for…
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!
Where’s my fucking coffee?!
Happy Monday Humans! Just feed me coffee and tell me I’m pretty!
Well happy weekend humans! It’s been a fairly decent, rollercoaster-of-moodswings (as usual) kind of day. And while the incessant shit-show that construes my mind was not meant to be the focal point of this post, I thought you know what? Let’s do something different.
(RE-BLOGGED from my ex-blog Sass Past Midnight):
Needless to say, a lot has been-a happnin’ in the delirious world of yours truly over the last couple of months. I have been fidgeting and face-booking for like… 40 minutes, trying to organize my hot mess of a life in my mind and figure out a civilized fashion in which to spill my thoughts. But fuck it. You can throw newspaper over vomit but at the end of the day, the vomit is still there and ok that wasn’t the greatest analogy. Anyhow I was inspired today.