It’s all part of life. A crazed schedule. Celebrity-induced heartburn. Platinum debt rising higher than an heiress’s miniskirt.

Enough already. You’re in no mood for a pep talk.

You just want to curl up in the fetal position, pout, and ...

What a faker.

You really know how to suck up to being sick (all that practice as a child — you learned your method from Shel Silverstein).

But these days you’re even better at it: You’ve swapped your old feeties for ...

You’ve been accused of having a fear of commitment. And with good reason.

Why be tied down by one person when you can be tied down by someone different every night?

Given that bed is your favorite place to broaden your ...

Yes, it’s here. That very special time of the year when you delude yourself into believing you really are going to go to the gym, keep your closet organized, and spend more time with loved ones.

Don’t kid yourself. ...

Trampled! During the strike stampede. (Well, they could’ve been. If you’d left your house.)

Crushed! During the sibling eggnog death match of ’05.

Annihilated! During the Big Eve’s bar hop. (Must you insist on wearing open-toe stilettos in January?)

Right ...

Another year, another chemical romance. Test your resolutions.

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What: Powerhouse foursome explodes with booty-shaking, electro-disco world beats.
Why: Resolution #1 — Get up on the dance floor.
When: Fri. at 8 p.m.
Where: Knitting Factory, 74 Leonard St., ...

Raise your hand if you like working out!

Ah, no takers.

We feel your pain (and your flab). Exercise can get boring and anticlimactic. Trudge to gym. Go through motions. Leave unsatisfied.

Sounds like you need The Quickie — a workout based ...