Want to be happy? Don't live competitively. Be content who you are. Live at peace with yourself and the losers below you.
That which does not kill you isn't finished.
I have all my ex-girlfriends lumped into one big girlfriend I called M.A.N.D.Y.: My, Another Neurotic Disappointment? Yes.
I don't really like myself, but I'm way into me, physically.
There's nothing like a clown with a boner to remind you that you're having a nightmare.
Showing joy by jumping up and down and clapping goes away at some point between pre-school and being old enough to go to orgies.