My guilty pleasure about The Hills is Whitney. Needless to say, The City is my newest guilty pleasure.

At Price Chopper they sell Tropicana orange juice for 7.97; at Sobeys, 8.19.

And that's just the beginning.

I feel like a little bit of a scrooge this year. My 9-5 kills my spirit. To combat this I have been listening to Christmas radio all day long. It is something I can do without drawing attention to myself. It's like the people are me frown upon being in love with the holiday season. Suggesting that if you put effort into the holidays you're not taking your work seriously. You know what I take seriously, loving life. Why is that so rare?