Come on already! Where’s my life-flashing thing? Where’s my revelation? Where’s my free hour? Where’s my phone call? Where’s my godsdamn cookie?
Come on already…
I, Stef Mimosa, damn well refuse to believe that this is all the afterlife consists of. I mean, what happens with all the boring people?
All the people who aren’t as strangely comfortable with talking to themselves, you mean?
I can accept that I’m dead, but, please…take the pause button off.
Take me to wherever I’m going next.
Don’t leave me here alone.
I’m sick of being alone.