The boss of me

I hereby decree that, should anything ever happen to me that renders me incapable of making my own decisions, Steve is to be put in charge of making them for me. Aside from being totally awesome all the time and constantly game for black eye target practice, Steve is wise and savvy beyond his years. Steve gives excellent insider advice and managed to clear up issues in 20 minutes that I’d been mulling over for months. Steve knows the kind of boys I like and the kind of music I like and the kind of drinks I like, and Steve knows I’d never wear Uggs or get a french manicure or cut my hair above my chin. More importantly, Steve knows that the only cure for my hiccups is a good hard slap across the face. From here on out, Steve is officially the emergency contact info boss of me.