I'm possibly an overly grumpy traveler (I'm definitely overly grumpy today, anyway) but no amount of talent would make me happy that person was singing on an airplane.

Stop hair-shaming. This is triggering to me.

My son refused to leave cookies for Santa, he left a carrot and two oranges. It's like we're the Keatons and he's APK.

Mine was Village Inn... then I moved to a state with no Village Inn so now I gotta be careful with my feelings.

Is this the Reality Bites theory?

65% is a B grade?!? What magical heaven is this school?

I DON'T NEED THIS BECAUSE I HAVE ALL SEVEN SEASONS IN A SPECIAL EDITION TRUNK THAT I GOT ON THE DAY IT CAME OUT. HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW, POSEURS? HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS EMILY GILMORE REALNESS? (also: I am an Emily/Paris. What are you?)

Gotta get me one of them Nike+ things and do a li'l bit of Dick Prancercise.