Just stuff I’ve been thinking about lately. Keeps me up nights, let me tell you!

I’ve always been the sensitive sort. I cry at dumb stuff, like TV commercials, music videos, lyrics or prose that move me…

But now, I cry at the drop of a hat about damn near everything!  Is this normal for someone my age?

Because I don’t like it. I’m supposed to be this badass tough rock chick, and I’m crying over spilt milk (literally and figuratively).

Yeah, I know, that’s just the way I’m wired, blahblahblah, but come ON!

I have been crying over the senseless loss of life during the tornado that hit in Moore, Oklahoma on Monday. So many children and babies. And I’ve been getting pissed at that “cult” from Kansas (you know the one. The attention whores) planning to picket funerals of those who died, including children!

Then there’s that senile preacher dude in Virginia Beach who said we got hit because we don’t pray hard enough. I’m waiting for the next big hurricane to wipe him and his “university” off the map. I might even laugh when it happens, IF it happens before he dies (he’s getting up there in the age department, but I’ve always thought he was a bit “off”).

When did I turn into this emotional sap who, when she’s not crying over stuff, is getting pissed off enough to tell a supposed man of God to go take a flyin’ leap.

I do have my moments, you know. Don’t mess with me and mine, and don’t you dare diss the state I’ve called home for a decade. We’re pretty damn tough here in the Buckle of the Bible Belt.

I might unleash the hounds from hell on your ass.

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I’m Stef and this is where it’s @ !~

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