My 2016 Mantra

Wednesday, December 30, 2015


I often struggle with the difference between setting goals and just writing down my dreams.

The problem lies in the fact that I'm more of a dreamer than a do-er. I'm working on this. It's not exactly the best trait, I'm aware. I could just open a notebook and write for hours about where I hope to be someday and what I hope to do. I find it therapeutic.

I'm just worried I might still be doing this at age sixty five.

So in 2015 I stopped daydreaming so much and started doing. I looked back at the goals I wrote down on January 1, 2015 and was pretty surprised to see I achieved a lot of them.  No, I didn't finish my book, or win an oscar, or save ALL the dogs (I write those three every year) but I hit some numbers regarding my business that I wrote down that I never actually thought I would hit.

The upside to being a constant goal setter and record of life keeper is that I'm able to step back in time and see where I was a few years ago. When I look back to where I was just a few years ago at this time I was a mess. I think it was the winter of 2013 where I could barely pay my rent and I had no more than $400 in my bank account at any given time. The company I worked for went bankrupt and I found myself in a real pickle.

There's an entry somewhere in my rambling notebooks where I wrote "I will never work for someone other than myself again." I wrote it because I was mad, sad, motivated, depressed, and mostly determined to never be in that position again where my fate was in someone else's hands.

Surprisingly, since I wrote that down I haven't worked for anyone else.

But anyone who is self employed knows the fear is always there. There's always that small feeling of the rug being pulled out at any moment... Sometime when I'm feeling raw and really truthful I need to write a post about that dark time when I was unemployed and scared and just trying to keep my head above water. I get tired of the fluffy bullshit of blogging sometimes and the notion all bloggers just get to shop all day and drink lattes.

Damn it.

I'm rambling again. I'm not kidding you, this week is weird. It's messing with my head. Bless your heart for sticking with me these past few days.

As I was saying.

Rather than sharing with you my 150 resolutions and my plan to expand my store and make nebrowse.com twice as big, instead I'll tell you my mantra for 2016. When I pick a mantra, I repeat it every day. And I write it down in notebooks 100 times a day. I'm real crazy like that and not even trying to hide it.

So here it is, my 2016 mantra:

Create good stuff.
Do good things.
The rest will take care of itself.

That's really all we can do, isn't it? I know it's not life changing by any means, but it's kept me balanced lately.

When I get overwhelmed about comparing myself to others and the fact everyone is "moving up" faster, or "doing better," or whatever other whiny crap I find myself bitching about a little voice pops up and says, stop, just stop.

All I can do is keep working and being better than I was yesterday. The most important things you have in this life is what you create.

Peace be with you. Bless this bread, bless this meat. May the force be with you. Thank you for coming to my sermon today.

XOXO
Father Taylor

Making A Blogger

Tuesday, December 29, 2015


The fun thing about this week of purgatory between Christmas and New Years Eve is that I feel like I have a little more free reign to ramble on this blog. As opposed to those other days when I have so much direction...

So here's what's on my mind today.

*Isn't it funny we live in a world where a stupid photo like the one you see above is a thing? I just can't get into it. Yes, I occasionally post them on Insta. But 9 times out of 10 I'll delete them after ten minutes because I can't handle the shame I place on myself for doing so. I like YOUR view from above photos, not mine.

But like, yea, I'll probably post it today anyway because WHY NOT.

*The winter has arrived in Chicago. I snapped Harlow's first day rolling in snow like a maniac a few hours ago. You can find him @thedailytay.

*I binge watched Making A Murder yesterday. I'm too angry to even put into words my feelings about that doc. Please tell me if you've seen it so we can bitch together! The corruption and cover up is INSANE! They didn't just ruin Steven's life, but they had to take down his entire family as well. I won't say anymore because I don't want to spoil it. But do yourself a favor and watch it because I'm going to write a full post on it next week.

Last thing I'll say about it, Kratz is filthy human being. His rat voice makes my skin crawl. And no, I'm not being too harsh.

On to happier things... like puppies!!!!

Everyone got a puppy for Christmas and I have intense puppy fever. But... I'm not sure I'll ever get a puppy again. Anyone else struggle with this? For ME (this has nothing to do with you and your choices) for me personally, given what I know now, I just think I would feel too guilty not adopting a rescue pup. It just doesn't sit right with me.

Harlow was not a rescue. And it's hard to say I regret that choice because it's Harlow. I can't regret him. But ... so there's so many sweet rescues. My brother and his wife (first time I've said he has a wife, weird!!!) have two awesome rescues. One is a gigantic scary looking pit bull named Sammie who has a severe burn all the way down his back from his previous owners doing God knows what to him. And yet Sammie is more docile and well behaved than Harlow will ever be.

So.

So I don't even know why I'm rambling about this because we can't get another dog for a few years anyway. But that's not to say I don't think about it every day anyway.

It's purgatory week, I'm allowed to ramble.

Lastly, cat lovers get excited! Next week I'll be revealing my first cat shirt and I'm a huge fan of it and hope you will be too. Just like with the dog shirts 20% of profits go back to helping animals in shelters.

In 2016 my goal is to give $10,000 to shelters. It's lofty, I know (I've always been a dreamer, you should know that by now.) But I really think it can be done. I've got some other ideas on how to reach this amount. Reader poll: if I make another (different) dog shirt, would you be likely to buy it even if you've already purchased the original?

And today's post has been brought to you by all of the coffee!

There's only three more days left of 2015. Make them count!

It's Raining Hell

Monday, December 28, 2015

It's raining ice pellets outside at the moment. Some people call it sleet, I guess. Some say ice pellets.

I also call it hell. It's raining hell outside.

I walked to our alley to toss some trash and all of the boxes I held in my hands were suddenly grabbed by the wind and tossed into the air and carried at least five houses down. I just stood there in my snow boots and pj pants like, so that's how this day is going to start huh? Noted.

And now I'm sitting here listening to the hellish ice pellets hit my house and I'm watching the trees blow furiously outside of my window and I can just tell we're probably not going to be seeing the sun in Chicago for about two weeks. No one tells you that about this city I feel like, that in the winter we can go weeks without seeing the sun. Every single day it's just grey and cold. And windy.

Whoa.

See what I was doing there? Heading down a dark post-Christmas path without meaning to. If I'm not careful this time of year I can let myself slip into the rabbit hole pretty quick.

Focus, Taylor. Focus.

I have to keep reminding myself that this isn't a Bye Week like I keep calling it. What does that even mean? A bye from what? I don't know, life perhaps. The only reason I know that term in the first place is because of college football, for some reason it just seems to fit during this lull of post christmas and pre new years.

For crazy goal setting (more like dream setting) people like myself, this is actually a pretty big week. I have 1000 million goals to write down in order to figure out how I'm going to make 2016 work. According to my psychic, 2016 is going to be my biggest year. And Catalina wouldn't just lie to me (although she would steal, but I still swear that was an accident.)

2016 is the year of a lot of weddings. Lots of bachelorettes. A honeymoon. And who knows what else.

So basically it's going to be one pricey ass year. I need to work super hard to make everything happen. So what I'm telling you is that I'm going to majorly sell out and every post for the rest of the year will be an ad post. In fact today's post is sponsored by Viagra, I'm actually sitting on my couch right now wearing a football jersey and drinking a light beer talking about why sometimes men need a little extra help.

Jk jk. But does that commercial drive anyone else nuts? Get a man to talk about that shit. We don't have men in jerseys talking talking about tampons, do we? I digress.

Can you tell I'm a little distracted this week?

Okay, I need to go. But first a few Christmas pics from the past week.










I'll be wearing this shirt until May.

Also, 2016 is the year I'm blowing up the old t-shirt business. Stay tuned for lots of new designs coming out in the next few weeks. I'm also expanding beyond just shirts and sweatshirts. Two words: Glitter Jeans!!!!

And now I should probably just call it a day and go back to bed.


The 2015 Christmas Card & Letter

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

 A holiday hello from me to you.



I really hope you like my card. The theme I was going for is, "look how incredibly happy we are!" I think we nailed it.

But if you look really close you can actually see me telling Chris to just "Chill out! Only ten more minutes. Stop being a child." All while I keep a happy smile on my face, no less!

And Chris is responding through gritted teeth, "You promised NO ENGAGEMENT photos. Yet here we are. Typical, Tay!" All is bright indeed. A picture really does tell 1,000 words.

Truthfully, I chose this photo because Harlow looks so damn good. That's normal, right? To choose a Christmas card photo based on your dog's smile.

And now to share my annual Christmas letter written by a random narrator in which I humbly brag about how much better my family is than yours. Tis the season!

****

My Dear Friends and Family,

Where or where did 2015 go? I say this every year, but it feels like just yesterday we were ringing in the New Year and here we are already preparing for 2016. Time truly does fly when you're having fun.

2015 was a big year for everyone! Just a few highlights include:

*Harlow filmed a commercial for Volvo.
*Chris took a promotion at work.
*And Taylor finally learned how to fill in her eyebrows! After years of shaving them in middle school, she's truly understanding what it feels like to have a face.

Like I said, a big year for everyone! How blessed we are.

Harlow's career has really taken off. Not only did he film a few promotional videos for several ad agencies in Chicago, he is also highly sought after for product reviews. In his own words, "I won't even get out of bed for less than ten jerky sticks and a new squeaky toy."

He's just such a special, talented dog. He almost always sits on command and hasn't been kicked out of the dog park in nearly six days. I have a good feeling 2016 is the year he stops sucking on his foot and eating random trash he finds in dirty Chicago alleys.

As mentioned, Chris took a promotion at work. He gets in on time every day now, as long as Taylor gives him a ride. Sometimes they even talk on the morning drive, permitted Chris doesn't tell her when to speed up, or to take a right turn in front of the bus.

Chris has really taken to his new role nicely and is so good at his job. If Taylor didn't have such a problem with authority and being told what to do, she'd even go so far as to say he's exactly the type of person she'd like to work for.

In October, Chris and Taylor announced they were both going to run the Chicago Marathon in 2016. They're very excited about this and trained quite intensely for one day in preparation. They haven't gone on a run since that one day, but they are still telling everyone who will listen that they are going to run a marathon next year.

As for Taylor, well 2015 went exactly as she hoped it would!  She is finally the t-shirt lady she's always dreamed of becoming and can't get enough of that online retail life! It's as if she's finally found her calling in life.

As for her art, after being cut from every comedy institution in Chicago she decided to go off on her own and produce her own comedy videos. Her vids are growing quite popular and as one critic said, "I don't get this, is this on the youtube? Why did you do this?" -her mom. Her outlet of choice is snapchat because she just can't get enough of that instant gratification.

For the time being, she's put aside writing that book she spent so much time on this past summer in lieu of concentrating on more meaningful work- like posing photos of all of her things on a white background to post on Instagram. She almost always gets 200 likes now and feels so validated!

Most importantly, after ten short years of dating, Chris and Taylor will be tying the knot in Steamboat, Colorado this summer. They've been engaged for twelve short months now are finally starting to get the hang of wedding planning. July 23rd can't come soon enough when Chris, Taylor and Harlow get to walk down the aisle and exchange vows with each other.

What a blessed year it has been. Wishing you nothing but a wonderful Christmas and Hanukkah season and so much love in the future!

Warm Holiday Wishes,
The Hillis Wolfe Family



Nag in the Bag

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Guess who's backkkkkkkkkkk.....

Everyone's favorite new holiday tradition. NAG IN THE BAG!


I should have known she'd be sniffing her way around this house, what with the holiday party we're having this weekend and my mom coming to visit tomorrow. Nag gets extra excited when she knows guests are coming around.

Nag sees you when you're sleeping, 
she knows when you're awake (but pretending to sleep) 
she knows if you've been bad or good, 
so just pick up after yourself is that so hard like she doesn't want to have to ask you every day to do the same things over and over just do it on your own because you're an adult... for goodness sake. 

For those of you who don't know, Nag in the Bag is a great way to let your significant other know you're thinking about them, while also trying to passive aggressively make them better.

Let's see where silly Nag has been hiding this week!

Ut oh! Looks like someone left their socks all over the house again! Don't forget, socks belong in a laundry basket, not the floor.


What's Nag up to now? Oh I see. Someone's glove was accidentally set on the bar cart. Well that's not right. The bar cart has been carefully decorated. Wouldn't want an icky old glove to ruin the decor, now would we?


Nag is hanging out on the chair again because it seems so are a lot of shirts that should be hung up... Don't make Nag do this. She's just trying to help you.


Yikes! This looks dark. Just like my cell phone looks dark when someone moves the charger from my side of the bed and forgets to put it back and then I can't wake up in the morning because I don't have an alarm.


How cute is Nag? She wants to remind you that a folded blanket is a happy blanket!


The fun thing about junk mail is that you can throw it away. It doesn't have to build up on the counter for days and days. It can be put in the garbage where it belongs.


Oopsie daisy! Someone left all the lights on again. Do you have stock in the electric bill? Nag sure doesn't. 


The best thing about Nag is that she works for both sides. Who wrote this post? Did I? Or did Chris? We will never know. Only Nag will!

Nag in the Bag: keeping couples together and HAPPY for hundreds of years now!



When You Think You're Dying

Wednesday, December 16, 2015


How did people diagnose themselves with deathly diseases before the internet I wonder?

I never used to be hypochondriac-until I learned how to work google, I mean. And now I'm doomed.

About three weeks ago my upper left arm started to ache, not in my shoulder, but around my humerus bone. I shrugged it off and assumed it was probably grocery arm. *grocery arm: the pain you get in your arm after you walk home from Trader Joes carrying too much shit.

Two weeks later it still hurt. And on the third week I started to worry. And then I started to google "pain in upper left arm" at which point I figured out that A. I'd had a heart attack, or was currently having a heart attack. Or b. I had cancer and/or a tumor growing.

Here's something you need to know about me first, my body's been known to grow a few poisonous things before.

Freshman year of high school I had a tumor in my toe. I know, right. Who grows a tumor in their toe? So ridic. I played basketball with that damn thing growing for like two months before it got so bad I could barely walk. Why? Because I didn't use the internet for anything but MSN chat so I didn't know how to diagnose myself. And Askjeeves.com wasn't exactly the genius he claimed to be.

Sidenote to millenials, isn't weird that a lot of us grew up in a time when cell phones and internet were just becoming a big thing? Read this post, it made all the sense in the world.

But back to me dying. So after having experienced a tumor and a couple cysts grow inside of me, I was certain my arm meant cancer. And I don't say this jokingly either, I had scared myself pretty good. So good I decided to go to the doctor yesterday. And like most people, I dread the doctor. Mostly because it means that a stranger will see my lower back tattoo... Embar!!!



So anyway, the doctor walks in and I explain what's going on and I finish with, "and mostly I'm here because I got on the internet and did a little too much research."

"and what did you find out?" he asked.

"that I'm dying," I responded.

Then he gives me that look and laughs a little, "Yes, a lot of our patients seem to come to that come conclusion from the internet."

And then he asked me if I did cocaine. Which seemed a little weird. So I was like, "no, why do you?"

He laughed again. And then things got really awkward. I'm used to getting asked how many drinks I have per day, but hard drugs? I don't know. Maybe that's a normal question doctors ask now.

Long story short, I don't have cancer. I have tendinitis apparently. What does that mean? I don't know. I stopped listening after he said I didn't have cancer and just wanted to get the hell out of there before he started asking me more weird drug questions.

I've had interesting experiences with doctors. Read about my weirdest one here. 

Am I the only one who gets an ache or a bump and is certain it means my life is doomed? Last year I had skin cancer on my leg that turned out to be a harmless "skin tag." You know who gets skin tags? Harlow. I'm basically a dog is what I'm saying.

I'm loopy today. Is it Christmas yet?

The Glow Of My Christmas Tree

Tuesday, December 15, 2015


It's nearly 2:00 a.m. and I'm exhausted. I want to go to bed but I can't. I won't let myself.

Light snowflakes are just starting to fall from the sky and it's one of those perfect winter nights where it's not completely dark outside, but it looks more like a light grey sheet has been cast over everything.

I'm sitting in the warm glow of my Christmas tree and Frank Sinatra is singing Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas in the background. Other than Old Blue Eyes, the house is as calm and quiet as it looks outside and I'm sitting alone. Just me and the tree.

I'm making myself stay up because the moment is too good to let go of right now.

This happens to me every year once the tree goes up, this weird desire to stay up extra late just to be in its company for as long I can. The season feels fleeting to me before it arrives, I've always felt this way about the holidays. Christmas turns me into a hopeless romantic in the best/worst kind of way. You can judge my sappy sentiment, I don't mind.

But even as I write this I know it's not just my tree I'm trying to soak up. It's everything. It's the Bing Crosby songs and the McCallisters running through the airport. It's the wreaths on doors and the glowing lights outlining every house. The apple spice floating in the air and the black iron fences wearing green scarves of garland on every block.

All of those things make me feel like I'm wrapped in a warm blanket of nostalgia everywhere I turn. And it makes me so happy.

But there's also this feeling of sadness that sneaks in this time of year as well. I can't pinpoint what it is exactly, but I know enough to realize that nostalgia never travels alone.

And perhaps sadness isn't even the right word. Because when I think of being sad I often think of feeling empty. And right now what I feel is anything but empty.

I feel Christmas from ten years ago just by hearing Run Run Rudolph on the radio. I taste my childhood when I eat a peanut butter cookie with a chocolate kiss in the middle. When I touch my gold handprint ornament on my parents tree that I made when I was in second grade I remember everything about the day I put my small hand in the mold.

Year after year when that ornament would come out I would stick my fingers in it to see how much bigger my hand had grown. It was like my time stamp. First my finger tips no longer fit. And then my fingers. And at some point my palm folded over it completely. Like my hand had never been that small in the first place.

It's as if this is the one time of year when I force myself to slow down and catch my breath- usually in the middle of night in the glow of my tree... And when I do, I'm reminded how fast time goes. How fleeting not just this season is, but everything. How everything changes so quickly from one year to the next. And how the small things in life secretly grow into the big things without our notice, or even our permission.

The memories that feel like they happened just a few years ago are actually already twenty years behind me.  The Christmas mornings from my childhood when I would run down the stairs before the sun had even risen to see what Santa brought me just keep getting further and further away. So each year I clutch on to them a little harder.

It's not just the handprint that worked as my time stamp, but it's all of Christmas when I really think about it.

And so maybe that's where the longing comes in, the urge to hold on to these moments a little longer. Because I know if I don't, they'll be gone.

And twenty years from now this will be one of those "Christmas memories" I look back on and wish I could relive, if only for a night or two sitting by the glow of my tree in my tiny Chicago apartment.


*I wrote this over a series of a few weeks because I was nervous it's way too corny to publish (and IT IS) but whatever, this is what the holidays/watching Christmas movies every night does to me. So I'm EMBRACING IT!

The Holiday Struggle

Monday, December 14, 2015


We're ten days away from Christmas Eve and the holiday struggle is real right now.

My motivation is at an all time low. I have to remind myself 100 times in the morning, "you must be productive today. You can do this. C'mon. Be productive."

And still, I sit here just staring at my screen. For hours and hours while my brain feels like mush.

I'm already at that point where I'm just writing things off for 2015 and saying stuff like, "Why start now? I'll do better in 2016."

Eating healthy? I'll start in 2016.
Working out? I'll get back to pilates in January.
Writing more? next year.
Finishing work stuff? January 1st.

I was grocery shopping today and the older woman behind me looked in my cart with a sweet little smile and said, "I remember when I use to shop for little ones."

No maam, all this child food is for me. The Pringles, Frosted Flakes, Fruit Snacks, Oreos, ext... I'm going out of 2015 with a bang.

And now to share a few photos living on my iphone for the past week.

Faux fashion shoots, Bears and Bulls games, holiday parties, it's been a busy few weeks.






And now I'm going to spend the rest of my day packaging shirts and sweatshirts. Turns out working online retail during the holidays is HARD. Don't get me wrong I'm beyond grateful for the sales, but my oh my, is it challenging.

Holiday shoppers: please remember to be kind to retail workers, online and in person. They're trying their best. And sometimes they have a needy dog breathing down their back because he hasn't been on his 20th walk for the day and damn it they're just trying to get to the post office before it closes so back off Harlow! Give me some space.

It truly is the most wonderful time of the year.


11 Things Bloggers Secretly Want For Christmas

Friday, December 11, 2015


1. For a post to go viral.
What's a girl gotta do to get a million views on a single post? Just give me one crazy viral post that spreads like wild fire.

2. A regram by Target on Instagram.
None of that Twitter RT stuff, I want the good Insta regram. Let's not pretend this isn't something we all think about... The social media person at Target holds more power than they know.

3. An occasional ghost writer.
For the days when the idea well is just dry as hell.

4. A lifetime supply of Starbucks cups.
For the photos! It's all for the photos.

5. A house full of floor to ceiling mirrors.
For the OOTD selfies.

6. A drone.
For the view from above selfies. Or am I the only one who still doesn't understand how bloggers manage to take a photo that shows half their face and their cute leopard booties? How does that happen? What kind of arm span are they working with here?

7. A book deal.
You know, to share our creative thoughts on paper.

8. Memory on a cell phone that holds an unlimited amount of photos.
Mine currently holds 50 before it stops letting me take photos. Go me.

9. A white room.
White walls, white bed, white blankets, white rugs, white shoes, white pants, you know how it goes.

10. All the followers on Instagram. 
Because that's our world now.

11. Validation. 
Jk. But seriously. LIKE ME!

Happy Holidays. Merry Christmas. Tonight I get to see Salt N Peppa live at Chris's holiday party and I will be reliving the moment I sang "SHOOP" for a middle school talent show.

I. CAN'T. WAIT.


The Most Fascinating People of 2015- Part II

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Are you ready for day two of The Most Fascinating People of 2015? I mean like really ready?

Okay then, let's jump in.


6. The Dress.



You sure had your moment, didn't you, Dress? To be honest I can't help but feel bad for poor Dress and wonder where she is today? Trying to get a reality show? Rehab? In a tent by the Chicago river? Poor thing. She's like a symbol for our society's attention span. One minute she's front page news and on every single talk show and Instagram page, and the next she's all but forgotten except for this one lonely blog post.

And just for the record she's black and blue.

7. People who don't use Amazon Prime.



It's like these people are living in the dark ages and you know what? I admire that! I really do. Never mind that a Prime membership makes everything on Amazon feel like it's free and also gets you items delivered to your door before you even press confirm. People who don't belong to Prime do things they're own way and they're not "mainstream" kind of people. I love that.

8. Southwest Flight Attendants. 



Well color me tickled, will they just go on tour already? Because flight after flight, SW flight attendants continue to slay me with their airplane/family appropriate comedy! When they say "then put the oxygen mask over your favorite child first," I die! No literally, if I was a child, I would die. Because I was never the favorite.

But who doesn't love some dark humor, am I right? Southwest Airlines, you truly are the friendly skies!

9. People who draw pictures of fashion bloggers, for fashion bloggers. 
*drawing found on google. If you drew it, GO YOU! If it's you in the drawing, GO YOU!

I don't know who these artists are, but my God the talent! The way you nail the inward turned feet, the round sunglasses, pouty lips, and face turned slightly down and to the side. You truly capture the essence of a fashion blogger.

Keep up the great work! And I'll keep "liking" your images on Instagram when you send them to bloggers.

And finally the most fascinating person of 2015, in my humble opinion, is none other than my girl....

10. Ruby Rose. 
Australian model, DJ, and TV personality. But most recognized to the mainstream as Stella from Orange is the New Black.


Ruby, Ruby, Ruby.

Anyone else start to question things about themselves after they watched her in the last season of OITNB? Just me? That's okay. I'm confident enough to admit it. Ruby Rose is everything.

She's a great actress, an activist for equality, and my personal favorite, her Instagram has a lot of DOGS. Where are all my Ruby fans? She's definitely my biggest crush of 2015.

*second crush is anything with the last name Hemsworth. 

And that's all for today. 2015, you did good.

2016, what do you got? I'm ready for the good stuff.

The Daily Tay's Most Fascinating People of 2015

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Tis that time of year again. The time when I release my list of the 10 Most Fascinating People of 2015. Barbara Walters always tries to air hers first, but not this year Babs. Not this year.



No time to waste because 2015 has been a crazy year so let's jump right into it.

1. People Who Believe In Facebook Hoaxes. 




God love these people. They keep life fun online, don't they? There's nothing I love more than when I see the "As of today, December 9, 2015, I no longer give Facebook permission to share any of my private photos...ext" statuses start filling up my mini feed. I love it so much.

I just saw a new one today in fact about Mark Zuckerberg announcing that he is giving away $45 billion of Facebook stock to anyone that posts that as their status! Now I can usually smell a hoax, but that one seems pretty legit to me.

Well you just keep on spreading the Facebook hoax cheer, Facebook Friends. I genuinely enjoy it!

2. Gaby Hoffmann. 




This woman has had one helluva year. I didn't watch a single show that she didn't appear in at least once. Some of my favorites included, GIRLS, Transparent, WILD, Obvious Child, and the list goes on. Gabby is back and killing it! I think I speak for all of us when I say I'm glad she didn't grow up to be Demi Moore, after all. You go, Gaby Hoffs! Let's just get Thora Birch back into the mix and things will be rocking.

3. White Fur Blogger Rug.



White Blogger Rug has almost had as big of a year as Gaby Hoffmann, am I right? Or am I right? We've seen Fur Rug appear in everything from "look at my shoes!" to "look at my shoes and coffee" and my personal favorite, "look at me laying a bunch of weird shit on my White Fur Rug just for the sake of laying weird shit on my White Fur Rug."

Well good for you WFR, enjoy this moment while you can!

4. People Who Have Read Receipts On Their Texts.



These people keep themselves totally accountable and I LOVE it. Every time I text someone and see the little "read" message pop up under my text I can't help but my nod my head and think, well look at that. This person has absolutely nothing to hide.

Someday I hope to get to the point in life where I don't look at a text and then automatically wait a few minutes to respond just because I can.

5. Rob Kardashian.




You guys, WHERE IS ROB? This is the only Kardashian/Jenner I care about. (Besides Kendall because I love Kendall because she is mysterious and so pretty and I can't believe God would make someone that gorgeous.)

But for realsy, where is Rob. I'm worried about him. I'm sad he's so upset over his weight gain, can we somehow get the message across we love him anyway?! I have a feeling Kris is behind his disappearance and I'm not happy about it. Back off, Kris! Bring Rob back!

And that's part one. But stay tuned. You'll never ever guess who made 6-10 on my list. Maybe it's you?! Things are going to get crazy.

Your move, Babs Walts.


In the meantime, catch up on past years here:
The Daily Tay's Most Fascinating People of 2012 Part 1, & Part II
The Daily Tay's Most Fascinating People of 2013 Part 1 & Part II
The Daily Tay's Most Fascinating People of 2014 Part 1 & Part II