At My Life Is Twilight, vampire-romance fanatics confess their eccentricities, and viewers use these anecdotes to judge whether the person's life is "TOO Twilight," or if she -- it's almost certainly a she -- "needs to up the Twilight." The obvious solution would be to deem that anyone who visits a Twilight-themed site to discuss how Twilight has affected her life has an unhealthy obsession with undead sparkle-hunks, and conversely that there is no reason for anyone, anywhere to "up the Twilight." But I suppose everyone is entitled to a jury of their peers, even if their peers are fat middle-age women who bond over their unsettling fixation on the abdominal definition of a 17-year-old boy.
After years of being misunderstood, I had hoped we finally had "our" story. I was wrong.
He had a yellow inflatable tube around his waist, the kind with a comical duck head. There was a tiny fish in one of his hands, and a trident in the other. In the background a squirrel wearing shades was water skiing.
For fans of meaningless awards, these awards are extra meaningless.
Awful Links of the Day spotlights the worst and weirdest websites on the internet. And we're not talking "weird" in a good way either.