Accept the fact the sometimes you are the pigeon and sometimes you are the statue.
You put on your boots, click into your bindings, dust the snow off your skis, and head out for the chair, and it doesn't matter that you failed a test, didn't get the girl, or that your life is on a one way trip down the shitter, your world is right for the next couple of hours.
"Happiness is only real when shared" Chris mccandless
I definitely ball but I have this super weird friend named taggert and he just uses his hand to wipe then uses the sink...
if you break up with her your gona be straight boned. shit'll become weird as a shit. it'll be shitty. were not talking a conveniently awesomely lucky no whisper shit. but a diareah of a situation shitty shit shit. with carelessly forgotten-to-replace toilet paper afterwards. whilst having a broken sink. and its your birthday party and everyone will see you. and de-friend you. and then you will be forever known as the 'shit himself kid'. -thaloot