Sure doctors and dieticians with their fancy "education" and "board certifications" say that people shouldn't turn to food in order to cope with life's problems. But what do they know really? I ate all week to cope with Whitney Houston's death and I feel great. Okay, my stomach hurts and I'm moving kinda slowly, but I'm not sad anymore. So there!
By Geoffrey Kidwell (actor)

I’m not sure if I’ve told you this yet. I think I have, but I’m not sure. Anyway, here’s the big news:
This summer – July 22nd, to be exact – I am turning thirty!!!
The big 3-0.
DIRTY THIRTY!!!
And guuuuurl, how do you think I’m feeling? I bet you think I’m all sorts of worked up about it. I bet you think I’m crying into my pillow every night thinking about all the things I’ve never accomplished and all the people I've yet to sleep with.
Duh. I’ve been doing that since Kindergarten.
But weirdly, turning thirty is something I’m really looking forward to. I’m pretty sure the thirties are going to be my decade and I am determined to enter this new decade looking and feeling – but mostly looking – super freaking hot.
And I’m not talking like, “Oh that guy is good looking from far away.” Oh no! My plan is to be like porn star hot. I want to be so hot that when people see me they literally just drop dead on the street from a new condition called erotic shock. You with me?
So I’ve been gymming it up, eating right, making sure I hate myself just enough to stay motivated, and doing these Scott Herman workouts.
(I highly recommend them, in case you’re interested.)
But as they say, The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men. Gang aft agley…which basically means, no matter how much you plan, some unforeseen shit always screws it up.
Unfortunately, my best-laid schemes definitely went agley last week at the news of Whitney Houston’s death.