See, when you're a little kid, nobody ever warns you that you've got an expiration date. One day you're hot stuff and the next day you're a dirt sandwich.

The best person I know is Myself.

I'm probably something like 95% chicken nugget

So I've started wearing sweatpants to bed because I really don't need Santa seeing me in my underwear.

... no matter how nice you are to some people, they'll turn their back on you the second they get the chance.

I got to give mom credit for how she handled it.She didn't try to pry and get all the details. All she said was that I should try to do "the right thing" because it's our choices that make us who we are. I figure that's pretty decent advice. But I'm still not 100% sure what I'm going to do tomorrow.

It's not easy to writing thank-you notes for the stuff you didn't want in the first place.