Music is my hot, hot s*x

I've decided that saying "my pleasure" is way (and I totally mean valley girl "way") better than saying "you're welcome". "You're welcome" sounds so obligatory and ingenuine, but "my pleasure" just restores faith in mankind. It is much better and I'm pushing for the use of it. AND speaking of Christmas, the lights on the Square in Fayetteville are lit and you can take a ride on a camel around the block. What better way to celebrate the birth of our Savior, a ride on a hump around a block.

When it's awesome to have a roommate who knows what "the recovery position" is

When you come crawling in your living room, pass out face down, and start vomitting but refuse to move. It's good to know your roommate knows how to place you in a position that will keep you from choking to death while the contents of your stomach are heaved onto the floor, you know, in case such a thing should ever happen and you need to know what that crunchy stuff in your hair is.