How hollow must your life be for you to waste it hating and oppressing others, whose lives are of no consequence to your own?

I used to dream of a week-long beach vacation with white sand under my toes... right now, I'd settle for 48 hours at a Motel 6 with some Lysol and a UV lamp.

I've never understood why people get mad at others for not being interested in them romantically - especially when there are so many reasons to be mad at people that are within their control.

I was thinking about picking up kayaking, but I didn't want anyone to think I had herpes.

Insecurity isn't an attractive quality in a man.

Why would they have book covers if we aren't supposed to judge the book by them? It makes no sense.

There is no fate... no predestination... no luck. Don't use that as an excuse to not live the life you want. Work for it. You make your future - no one else.