Forget the obligatory, boring boyfriend New Year’s kiss.
Katy Perry got sprayed with silly string.
When I quit believing in God, my mom said I’d start again when someone I really loved dies.
I feel emotionally exhausted. Not because of my long wait or relatively simple procedure, but because of the raw humanity. The humanity I work so hard to compartmentalize and hide away.
Today, the notion that we must shelter Christmas from the ravages of outside influence spreads intolerance.
Why does sadness sometimes seem to overwhelm joy?
he best thing about the Hall and Oates Jingle Bell Rock video is: Everything. It’s the way they bop almost-but-not-quite in time with the music. It’s the cheesy special effects. It’s the rockin’ granny. It’s so very tongue-and-cheek, as if Daryll and John created it not for their contemporaries, but for the future.
And remember, it’s not your fault if things don’t go as planned; be proud of yourself for doing your best.
Send Christmas cards. Nothing makes me feel happier at the end of a long day at work than finding my mailbox stuffed with sweet little cards from my friends and family come holiday-time.
This is seriously funny (in a very dark sort of way).