My name is Stacia, not Stacey-a or Stasha, but Stay-shaa. I live in NYC with my cat and a managerie of roommates and dogs. This blog is about stuff I love - mostly music and animals. Life is good, but there are some days when not even my lucky rocket ship underpants seem to help.
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RT @fupster @debeades Would you withdraw your support if you learned the CEO of ASPCA makes $446,000 a year? http://bit.ly/3kVIt9
Shake shack and Ray Lamontagne at the Beacon Theater - excited for an awesome night with @bralfucious
At the fanciest hair salon I’ve ever been to - hope the cut is as good as I’m expecting!
I’m always proud of myself for finding my way around Penn station. This place is confusing as hell.
I always forget about how much I love the stars.
Sensitivity training for NYC ticketing agents… What a brilliant idea Bloomberg!
There are few things as frustrating as waiting for a train for 15 minutes and having 4 go by in the other direction. MTA is such a joke.
And then you’re packed like sardines in a tin can on the 6 train. Ugh, vomit. Talk about being in my personal bubble.
