O M G

Someone's grandma was just telling her about this place in San Francisco where you can send "the gays" to get "cured".

HOLY!

I cannot believe people still talk and think like that.

It's almost humorous.

If it wasn't so disturbing.

And the thing is, I really like this old lady. If I didn't, I think I would be fuuuuuuming. But she's normally so lovely.

Bizarr-o.

Guess we'll just chalk it up to "dementia".

Who Is This...

LaLa Person and why, please, did she get her own tv show?

Supa

All I want to be is....


Supa

Skinny. Rich. Gorgeee.

And famous.


Is that too much to ask?!


Oh yeah ....

I forgot.

Smart. And healthy.

Organized and fabulous. Clever. Handy and artistic.

Motivated.


I guess that's it.


I am Stephanie Wasemiller and I approve of this message.

To Be Old And Not Give A Hoot

Dude.

Yesterday I was driving on a fairly busy road.
It gets QUITE a bit of traffic.
It really does.

OOOOH! If I'd only had my camera.

I see a clothes line....like the old square ones. The ones where you hang items on all 4 sides.

What do you think was hanging on the "street side" of the afore mentioned clothes line? The side for half of the city to admire?

OOOOOOH! If I'd only had my camera.

About 30 pairs of ginormous white granny panties!

OOOOOOOH! If I'd only had my camera.


Aaaaah to be old and not give a hoot!

People

That self-promote drive me nuts.

Why are you bragging about things that you should be doing?

That's just being a good person.

Or a normal one.

Whatever "normal" is.

Deconstruct that.

Yesterday I Guess

OY

All of a sudden I'm "older".

As in not so young.
Or hip.

Sometimes loud music annoys me.

My dance moves are old moves.  As in old people at a concert wearing a blazer and jeans and really "letting it go" to this "sweet jam".

Like Jamie's Corvette. As in they might be referred to as "old school".
And not "old school" in an awesome way... like old school in a lame way.
A very, very lame Corvette way.

Not that they (the dance moves) were ever all that great, but still.

I see those skinny botoxed bitches making fun of me....and my jeans....
So sorry.
JEGGING don't look all that fantastic on everyone. Not everyone can wear them.  I like a flared leg.  You just wait!  The bell bottome will be back.  YOU JUST WAIT!

Dummy McDummersons.

I see the young bucks being like....dude check out Old Lady Winter.... She has got some nice shoes, but Lord ... Her bags ........ the ones under her eyes. She must be like at least 27.

Whatever. Shut up.  Be quiet with those things I assume you just might, maybe have said.

How did this happen? Why are they so cruel?
And young and OBVIOUSLY Stupid.

Because I'm old. Ish.
That's why.

AND because I still think of myself as young and hipstery....not at all into Tupperware or anything lame.

I am very "in the know".
You know?

Well, I am in the know.  But it's more about room mom stuff and not where the next pop-up art studio/food truck/disco/pilates/candle-light yoga kiki is.

I'm not cool.  At all.  I don't even think "cool" is a cool word anymore.
And I think I'm too old to wear some of my clothes.

Painful, man.  Painful.

When did that happen?

Yesterday I guess.

Isn't It Funny

How something so dumb like changing your password at the bank to "Fartalicious" can just make your day?!