My name is Stephanie and I'm a chick living in Chicago. Married my best friend (after taking years to convince me to date him) and have a pup, Lizzie. I take TV and movies very seriously, love me some book reading, and am game for foodie adventures. Welcome to my cubbie!
Sometimes I think that if I could become more stupid, I would be so much more happy. Especially recently with Ferguson, Gaza, downed flights, and beheaded journalists…it seems as if the more informed you are the more you’re going to get depressed and want to just spend the rest of your life eating your feelings and wearing pants with no waistband. I should just tell children not to learn to read because it only leads to being forced into being exposed to “not all men” or “not all white people” rants on Facebook.
Anyone else? Am I alone here?
Thus endeth the emo post.
WHENEVER I SEE A CUTE DOG
IF I SEE A CAT:
deathly allergic to cats, which means they follow me everywhere
I wish there was like 12 seasons of “Bob’s Burgers” so that I could just watch for a month straight. Why can’t there be just as many episodes offered as stupid “Bones” on Netflix??