So the other day I did a little Google search for the term “dream man” (Don’t ask. I’m bored and single and this summer is proving to be long and lonely already). What I turned up is…well…not what you’d expect. Ladies, meet your Dream Man. Literally. Apparently thousands of people can identify this man as someone they’ve seen in their dreams.

Today’s world is filled with challenging, mundane tasks that are nearly impossible to do. Eating with chopsticks, making toast, holding your laptop, keeping books open… the list goes on and on.

It’s a fairly common occurrence for celebs to forget their pants. From Gaga to Britney, we’ve seen it happen so many times that it hardly surprises us anymore. They have so many places to be, it must be tough remembering to cover their lower halves all the time.

This week our gang of misfit toys journey to Thailand. If free vacations aren’t enough incentive to sign up for this show I don’t know what is. This week’s theme seemed to be “Starting Over” …although girlfriend had a rough time forgetting about Bentley’s charade last week.

You didn’t leave all your work until Sunday night did you? What!?! You did. That’s okay. No stress. You’ll get it all done. We’re so sure that you’ll get it all done that we’re giving you a few more excuses to procrastinate. This week we’re checking out the hilarious Harvard Sailing Team videos because who doesn’t love hilarious comedy groups full of hilarious guys?

Our friends at The Frisky wrote this article about tears in the dressing room. Some were tears of happiness, sadness and some were just down right random. And while I’ve never had a breakdown about a pseudo celebrity death (really, you should read it), this article resonated with me.

Everyone remembers their first time at a bar. Whether they were 17 with a fake ID, or they actually waited until they turned 21, it’s relatively exciting experience. It’s like when you don’t have to sit at the children’s table for holiday dinners anymore — you finally get to play with the big kids.

Maybe it’s because I don’t understand you, that I hate hearing your shrill voice yell for your “Daddy” as you stomp your foot. Maybe it’s because I’ve had old men ask me if I need a new Daddy, so the fact that you refer to your father as “Daddy” complete creeps me out. But, it’s probably because while you are doing so, you are usually throwing a tantrum, and you are also well into your 20′s.

There’s no easy was to breakup with someone. It’s just an innately uncomfortable situation. Inevitably there will be some harsh words and ugly cry faces. Someone will shamefully grovel and plea, either for forgiveness or to be taken back.

Since I began my “no-soda” journey these past few months, I’ve been reminiscing my memories with my favorite soda, Diet Coke or, as the cool kids call it, “DC.” Those who are in the DC family understand what I’m talking about: Diet Coke is not merely a “drink,” it’s, as TheFrisky.com points out, a lifestyle.