[I like to think of myself as a pretty easy going gal and try not to sweat the small stuff. But sometimes (ok, maybe slightly more often) the general cluelessness, carelessness and overall stupidity of some things and or/people really gets to me. I find that venting is the most efficient way to rid myself of the stress that idiots, wrong meal orders, lack of cell phone etiquette and cheese flavored products (that don’t even contain any freaking cheese!) induce.

So, in an attempt to avoid an ulcer or an unfortunate road rage incident, I vent to you, dear reader. Please feel free to join in and comment about anything–really, anything–that pissed. you. off. this week. Let it all hang out. I feel you.]

Long Lost Friends: You know the best friend who truly defined the term BFF for you? Well you can scribble out that last F now that you two have drifted apart. You never thought you’d see the day when it had been 2 years since your last sleepover/margarita marathon/ trip to Forever 21 together, but that day has sadly arrived.

You catch yourself reminiscing over long forgotten Facebook albums; some of the pictures are even—gasp—detagged! You find yourself determined to reunite and catch up, what with you both returning home from different schools on Spring Break. What a coincidence, you’re not going to Mexico, and she won’t be joining the Senor Frog with all of her schoolmates. With nothing else to do in the boring suburbs, you assume that you two will def hang out (mostly because you texted her “we will def hang out”). But sure enough, you and homegirl don’t get together. You don’t even hang out. Not even a Starbucks run together…and the worst part is? She lives a block away from you. Read More »

With football season well underway, I bet I can guess how a lot of your Saturdays pan out:

7 a.m.: Wake up. Still drunk from the bar last night? Mayyyybe.

9 a.m.: Arrive at the football stadium; crack your first beer.

9 a.m.-Noon: Tailgate your face off. Tailgating activities may or may not include: Beer pong, funneling, shotgunning, and general raging.

Noon: Kickoff. You’re highly buzzed, but still careful not to spill your overpriced stadium beer as you shake your foam finger at the other team.

7 p.m.: You pass out. Hey, it was a long day, man.

Now that’s what I call a waste of a Saturday night. I know that rallying for almost 12 hours straight can take its toll. Especially when you’re running on a few hours of sleep after a killer Friday night. But if you pace yourself, and plan your evening effectively, there’s no reason that you can’t take in both the football game and a killer kegger (or two). Read More »

I personally find Redbull and all those other caffeine-boosting carbonated cans of crap disgusting, as far as taste is concerned. I just don’t get the appeal, but in college, it is all the rage, whether we’re determined to party until sunrise or have to cram for a test. I myself admit to doing many a Jaeger bomb on Friday nights until wee hours of the morning.

But after reading Wired.com’s rundown of just what exactly goes into making this stuff, I will definitely not be mixing Redbull with Jaeger again any time soon.

Chock full of ingredients with names I can barely pronounce, here’s what you’re digesting till 4am: Read More »

• Too bad NBC, Paris’ first interview is going to the King… Larry King. (TMZ)

• The Arctic Monkeys’ fans mosh in worlds largest mudpit. (dailymail)

• Most-expensive-comedy-ever bombs big at box-office. (deadlinehollywooddaily)

• Fergie fears her hamper wants to kill her. Meth is whack! (msn)

• The Tijuana Diet – Redbull and Diet pills. It will make you run faster. (woai)

We’ve talked about this before. My rabid hate for most things on MTV. That channel is full of wastes of space. And apparently, knife lovers.

There is one show, however, that I will watch anytime, anywhere. One show that, whenever anyone switches it on at the gym, temps me to burst out laughing in front of rows and rows of sweating, ill-humored people. What show is it?

Rob and Big. The strange, hysterical, heartwarming “odd couple” of reality TV. Rob Dyrdek is a professional skateboarder who’s made a killing working with companies like DC Shoes and Red Bull. Big Black (known to his family as Christopher Boykin) is his 6’6, 375 pound bodyguard. Big doesn’t really act like a bodyguard, and Rob doesn’t really ever work, but the activities they do participate in are hilarious. The first episode of the second season has the two buying a “mini horse” for their lonely bulldog, and then hauling the thing back to Hollywood in the back of their car.

If that sort of thing doesn’t make you laugh, check your pulse. You might be dead.

Rob and Big is on all the time on the repeat hungry channel, but new episodes air Tuesdays at 10:30 PM ET/ST.