This morning I ripped my tights, missed my train, got sneezed on, and forgot my wallet, which inevitably forced me to put my bagel back and face the day hungry, grumpy and in constant fear of the next gift from this bad day.

Oh and did I mention that this was all before 9 am?

Great start the the weekend right? I guess this technically makes me a pessimistic, glass half empty, gray lining kind of gal. Unfortunately, I just learned this also means I will not live as long as my happy, shiny counterpart – the optimist.

Figures.

Don’t believe me? Check out the report in Time where 100,000 women over the age of 50 were asked to respond to a questionnaire that measured optimism. Participants were asked if they agreed with statements like, “In uncertain times, I expect the worst” (put a check next to the “agreed” column please). Eight years later, researchers studied the women’s death rates and found that those who were found to be optimistic were 14 times more likely to be alive than pessimists.

Ok, so maybe my outlook on life is killing me, but it’s hard not to expect the worst in these troubled economic times. Who knows where we’ll be or what we can expect tomorrow? And don’t even get me started on the world ending in 2012. Read More »

So I can already tell today is not gonna be my day. I woke up about 7 times last night, effed up my birth control pills last week so badly that I almost burst into tears while reading an article in the New Yorker on the bus this morning, it’s Monday, and I have no future plans and I’m afraid I’ll die alone with a dirty house full of cats.

Yup. That’s my outlook. Glass half empty because I cracked it while smashing it against my head.

There is one thing, however, that can lift me out of this funk. Babies. Laughing. Lots of babies laughing.

Who knows why this prescription works. Let’s not ask questions. Let’s just bask in the glow of The Best Collection of Laughing Babies On The Web.

Scrunchie In The Face

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