moving forward...

I seem to have a crazy propensity for doing dumb shit. I'm not sure where it came from because I swear I'm the smart kid, pretty straight laced, ya kno, not that wacky. well once upon a time. a long long time ago. I guess I am wacky. I've been doing that insanity workout, not the one where you do handstand push-ups, it's the one where you keep doing the same thing and expecting a different result. and then when I fuck up I say, "don't worry, stef, maybe next time." no more maybe next times. ain't no more do-overs in this bitch.

I'm gna put on my big girl panties and start being an adult.

first things first, get a new job. the paste one wasn't paying or treating me well enough. okay, checked that off the list.

next, I'm going to get a roommate. rename my bedroom "Passion Pit" and get some new shelves.

third, new boys.

fourth, I will dance and sing and watch Oprah and love and be happy because I've just taken my life back into my hands.

and, most importantly, I'll stop making the same mistakes over and over again.

this mid-day rant brought to you by Ade and his knowledge of my thirst for random acts of creativity. The top image is from the brilliance of the Sisyphus Office Exhibition. The Rihanna image is from the brilliance of her styling team.