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.
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.
“He liked to dip his wick without a little rain cap.” Anne Sargeant-Wooster’s explanation of how Lord Eldon got syphilis.
Just dropped my iPhone… Luckily my puppy was there to break it’s fall. Thanks Cody!
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