Judy Garland and Barbra Streisand sing Get Happy/Happy Days Are Here Again
Judy Garland and Barbra Streisand sing Get Happy/Happy Days Are Here Again
Well obviously it was to take a dump all over the pretty Dair tag today.

I’M SENDING HAPPY DAIR RAINBOWS AND UNICORNS ACROSS THE COUNTRY RIGHT NOW TO THE GGWRITERS.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THEY ARE GOING TO HAVE DAIR VIBES COMING OUT OF THEIR ASSES BEFORE THIS DAY IS THROUGH.
(Source: ggwriters)
It’s amazing the perspective 8 hours of sleep and a strong cup of coffee can give a person. I might have posted an embarrassingly whiny (but honest) rant about Dair last night on my page. I thought about deleting it but all the responses are so thoughtful and sincere (and honest) I couldn’t bear to erase them. I also figure it’s good to have a healthy dose of humility in one’s life so I’ll let this serve as mine for a little while. My brain gets a little manic from time to time and I have a picture that illustrates why this is. 
I’ll let you guess which one I am.
So now I’ll leave you with a bright shiny happy.
Because today, during a very important oral exam, I said something really stupid about Globalization, and when it was over I kept thinking “Is it even possible to be dumber?” and then I thought about GG 5x24. Made me feel a lot better!
The only difference is that GG writers get paid to be dumb
HAHA!! Yes. A little truth nugget. Sorry about the exam though :-/
This IS a Dair post, just so you know. It will take just a moment to get there.
So, I love to laugh and I love to make people laugh even more. It’s kind of my thing, it’s what I do.
I haven’t laughed at all today. In fact, my life is a bit of a mess right now and it’s all been slowly coming to a head over the past several months. I’ll spare anyone who’s reading this the details, just know that I have been going through a very difficult time personally. Due to circumstances beyond my control I am unable to talk to anyone about it so it’s been eating me up on the inside (cliche, I know, but true).
Gossip Girl is absolute escapist faire and I question the taste of anyone who says otherwise. It’s a soap comprised of beautiful actors, romance, ridiculous story lines, and just enough delicious sleaze to keep us all hooked. For the past few months, Gossip Girl has been my escape, particularly Dan and Blair’s story. It’s provided such beautiful, gratifying deliverance from life. I honestly can’t understand how anyone could root for Chuck and Blair when we’ve been presented with this perfect example of love and devotion. For the past 6 months or so, I would count the days until Monday night so I could delve head first into the crazy, passionate world of Dan and Blair’s Upper East Side.
Needless to say, my GG escape cave was blown to smithereens a few weeks ago. That sucked. Still does. Look, I understand that I can’t completely escape my problems by watching a television show. That would be ridiculous and completely unhealthy. What I DO understand is that GG was doing for me what nothing else in my life was doing at the time-it allowed me to stop thinking about my “stuff” for an hour and sink into the beautiful romance of Dan and Blair. It was uplifting and hopeful and…perfect.
I’ve been pretty lenient with the writers thus far because they are the ones who created this lovely story. I’ve definitely poked fun at them, but I’ve never bashed them outright or slandered them when many have (not judging at all, just stating a fact). Today I feel like smashing their computers with a sledgehammer for destroying my one mind refuge.
Maybe this isn’t the place to vent these things but I was seriously in need of some verbal vomitting and I just can’t do it anywhere else. I am curious to know if there is anyone else who has been invested in this story like I have been. Did they provide liberation from your “stuff” too? Maybe no one reads this, I don’t really care, tbh. I just needed to get it out into the universe, you know?
This is the best video in existence. Your argument is invalid.
Indeed.

Master of physical comedy, Lucille Ball
You see us as you want to see us…
(via freecocaine)