I wonder if I'll ever have to decide which is worse, life as we're living or no life at all.

But she's wrong about hell. You don't have to wait until you're dead to get there.

Great, the worlds coming to an end and we're fixing it with Band-Aids

The Christmas after Mom & Dad split up, they both went crazy buying us presents. Matt, Jonny, and I were showered with gifts at home and at Dads apartment. I thought that was great. I was all in favor of my love being paid for with presents.

This year all I got was a diary and a secondhand watch.

Okay, I know this is corny, but this really is what Christmas is all about.

People see what they want to see

I live about 60 miles northwest of New York City, and whenever there's news of a big snowstorm coming, everyone runs for the store. The perishable items are usually the first things to go, which doesn't make sense because they perish.