I’M FINALLY OUT OF MY FUNK!!!
So I’ve got another post in the works, another one in mind, and three articles I need to start working on for Curvy Girl Guide.
Obviously there’s a TON of stuff going on in my head right now, but I don’t really have time to do much with it all until Monday or Tuesday.
So for now…one of my favorite Christmas scenes of all time.
(From my favorite tv show.)
“This nose smells like Special Drink.”
(#SaveCommunity, #SaveGreendale, #GreendaleXmas, #SixSeasonsAndAMovie)
I’m not gonna lie to you guys; I’m in a funk.
It sucks. I hate funks.
You know that feeling when you go from being on vacation to reality again? That’s basically how I feel.
I got such a high from getting published, and then the initial feedback was great, and everything was just awesome…but then I started getting the nasty, dumb comments from lame Internet trolls. Of course.
So there was that. And it’s just a lot of up and down. Plus, it gets dark at like noon now, and I’m seriously in need of…I should know this…whatever the antagonist of melatonin is. I only remember melatonin because it makes you feel “mellow.”
Pneumonic devices for the win!
My mind is still pretty constipated, and I’m trying to get out of this funk, so I’m going to share a bunch of funny junk with you right now.
This stuff will probably be what gets me out of this funk.
Besides, obviously, my super awesome, always encouraging friends, family, and **READERSSSS**
That just happened.
First up is this. I don’t even have words for it. I fell out of my chair laughing the first time I watched it.
When my cousin told me to check out Brittany’s blog, this is the first one I ever read. I laughed until I cried, and I also peed a little. It’s about poop. How could it NOT be the awesomest thing ever?
And then I made the mistake of checking out Meredith’s blog while at work, and laughed my face off in front of a few doctors, patients, and nurses to this one. Awkward interactions with dumb people are my favorite.
You need to follow this girl on Twitter. I spent about two hours one night just reading through all of her tweets, laughing my freaking face off.
If you have never read any of Hyperbole and a Half, I don’t consider you an actual blogger. For realzies. What’s wrong with you? Anyway, if you’ve never read her before, she is HILARIOUS, and you’ve probably seen this Internet meme before.
Well this is the blog it comes from. Seriously, you can spend an entire day on her site. YOU ARE SO WELCOME.
For a total throwback, and a shout out to the guy who first showed me this site (I dunno, it was either Jimmy or Nick)…there need be no other words than Strong Bad E-mail. My favorite one was called “funny,” but I doubt it’s on there anymore. You know, considering twelve-year-old Kristen found it.
Come to think of it, maybe twelve-year-old Kristen wasn’t as stupid as I thought she was. Good job, twelve-year-old me.
Just once in my life as a social media gal, I want something of mine to go viral. Just once. I could put myself through college. I could buy a house. I could buy some super classy gold teeth that I could go around in public running my tongue over all the time.
It’d be fantastic. And I’d have a CRAPLOAD to write about.
I mean…do I even need to say more than the three words?
Now, granted, the follow-up videos were sort of flops compared to this, but come on…that video has well over one hundred MILLION views. Even the crappy follow-ups have like four million. You make money off that shiz, dude.
Subscribe to this family’s vlog. How can you not love a child they call Princesstard?
I enjoy the occasional cocktail. Together with two friends of mine, I (we? I’m not sure how to make this grammatically correct. It’s 2:30 am. Whatever) even made an entire Facebook page about it.
When I found this video, it was like meeting a kindred spirit, via the Internet. She was a woman after my own heart.
If that doesn’t get you laughing hard enough to snort in a surprisingly unattractive manner, I don’t know what will.
And then I blame it on the drugs.
Well…that’s about all the funny the Internet and my attention span can offer for tonight.
What do you do to get out of a funk? Any suggestions?
This is how I feel. Kind of.
The rebel side of me. Who happens to be British.
This song kind of reminds me of that one guy from high school.
I’m super short, though, so obviously this was meant for me. Done talking. Listen to the song.
Try and deport me!