My name is Stabby and I am bitchin as shit.
Here be my bipolar shenanigans. Actually, I mostly blog about my shitty dating life.
Because I like to compartmentalize everything, my side blogs are: Ridic (funny pics blog), Cutest of the Cute (cute animal pics blog), Remarkable Photography (photography blog), and Teese Me, Dita (Dita Von Teese fan blog). Check 'em out!
Ciji was right! He responded. Because, of course, he couldn’t help it. So apparently I’m insecure because I don’t like it when people imply that I’m a fatty fat fat fat. Pass it on that I don’t like being shit on because I am not as skinny as you’d like me to be. At least this Nice GuyTM is sincerely honest about my weight? I mean, he deserves a medal for that, right? Because he momentarily considered dating me despite my weight because I don’t deserve to date most people because I’m a fat person? Should I take all my gold jewelry and melt it down into a medal that I can mail to him because for a few seconds he considered me a contender as a mate despite voicing his distaste for my weight?