Hey friends. As you know by now, it's no secret that, despite my undying hatred of hippies, I love hippie stuff. I am very easily tricked into buying the dumbest of shit when I walk into a Grassroots or Noahs; many times I have left a health food store...

Hey Spooks! Wait...uh...can someone double check for me on the term 'spook'? Can I use that? Even on Halloween it feels wrong. Anyways, I'm writing this from the hallway of my house where I'm anxiously waiting for Trick or Treaters to come to my house...

You know it's not Hurloween without a picture of John O'Hurley (aka Seinfeld's J. Peterman). God, I will never tire of that joke (despite the fact that it isn't all that funny). Anyways, this week's ANTM post will be arriving to you bright and early on...

EW. Are you looking at this? What am I, Toddlers and Tiaras?? They're called Bumpits (trust - you NEED to see this website. It is out-of-control classy). Whatever - it's not like I bought it for real. I need it for my Halloween costume. I'm dressing up...

Damn, I just got schooled by a baby! But seriously, what the fuck is going on here?