I’m going to have to flip the table, kick my foot through the window, tear off my own arm, eat the arm, cry, and throw up in the next four seconds if I have any hope of expunging the darkness welling up in my soul like an oil derrick.
Who is bound to get overlooked this year? Who do you want to see win all dem awards? And if your answer is Adam Sandler for That’s My Boy, be gone with you. You’re not welcome here.
I am constantly surprised at how my ideas and opinions can shape-shift. As recently as seven months ago, I might have told you something I believed and I might have really, really believed it at the time.
You’re free to go to that Ugly Sweater/XXX Adult Santa party you’ve always wanted to go to.