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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Did that weather guy just say “69 sex”?!?

American Idol says no to creeptastic dads

Do you want to learn how to be a groupie??

David Sedaris has finished with his smoking

What would you do if you gave birth AT HOME? Jog to the hospital?

These women are ridiculously funny. Period.

The Magic 8 Ball amended by a Mom

Video of celebs attacking the paparazzi. Awesome.

The Queen gets herself a nice golden bust.

Ladies Night!

At any good bar on any given night, you might see these magical words. Maybe it’s a small sign in the window, maybe it’s scrawled on a sandwich board in chalk, or maybe it’s on that drink ticket the giant bouncer with a head the size of your torso just gave you. Whatever the case, if you go out, you understand the distinct pull of such an announcement.

Unless you’re New York Lawyer Ron Den Hollander. If you’re him, you think it’s a horrible crime. Read More »

It’s sex week for New York Magazine, which means each and every day they’re posting a “sex diary” of a New Yorker. Like a food diary, but for sex! So far, the diaries have been funny, raunchy, poignant and sad, elucidating the plight of a dad who isn’t getting any, a pathetic single gal pondering match.com and a rowdy bachelor, among others. Today’s diary might be of special interest to many of you, for it is that of the “The Crazy Co-ed,” aka you and me… kind of. The diary-writer really can’t keep her hands out of her pants, which has me ask: who has that kind of time in college? Plus, she claims to be sleeping with her 64-year old prof. Everyone knows emeriti aren’t too keen on office hours. I smell a rat. Regardless, it’s a novel idea to keep a sex diary, but mainly only works for those who aren’t having any (real) sex.

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