
Our very own OMGJeremy is a fountain of shame, suffering, and humorous anecdotes.

Never before has an AIM Comic brought such a shocking exposure of personal food preferences.
We go a little costume crazy around here every year. And one of our favorite traditions is collectively looking over what costume sites have to offer. Especially terrible sexy Halloween costumes.
It’s October in Unicorn Valley and we are all clustered at the OMGJeremy Headquarters where we are busy with the busiest time of year.

Normally I make a point of it to not cover ground that has already been covered by another writer. Call it common courtesy, or just not wanting to hear a lot of bitching when I do it better…
Technology has really come a long way when it comes to how we communicate. With advances in social networking, people are now closer than ever and have a great open forum for discussing their thoughts, feelings, and theories. This ease of communication means that those very same ideas can be discussed amongst a wide group and everyone can work together to act out on them and possibly even change the world in the process.
Or they can sit around and talk about food all goddamn day because they are a fat-ass.

I have done many things over the last few years that I couldn’t have imagined doing even 5 years ago. Admittedly, 5 years ago I was a miserable wreck of a human being– living in a house with 4 roommates, watching terrible old movies, playing Nintendo all day, and drinking heavily every night to forget how horrible my day-to-day life was. I realized I was headed nowhere fast, and thanks to a series of bad decisions that led to me wrecking a car and then spending a few weekends in a state monitored facility with 50 of my closest friends, I decided it was time to make a bunch of useful changes. Now I’ve moved out of that house, got my shit relatively together and now I’m a much less miserable person– watching terrible old movies, playing Nintendo all day, but only drinking on the weekends because I’m “Responsible.”

A fondness or craving for sweets is the definition of “sweet tooth,” according to the internet, with help from Google.
Many times in my young life, I have heard people excuse their penchant for sugary treats by referring to the fact that they possess such a “tooth.” I have news for everyone. It’s not a good excuse.