What you try to bury just ends up burying you.
If evolution was worth its salt, by now it should've evolved something better than survival of the fittest. I think a better idea would be survival of the wittiest.
Like what's the point being a health nut by day if you're a coke head at night.
Delusions of grandeur make me feel a lot better about myself.
When you're dancing the mystical dance of the molecules, you're not the one who's leading.
I have gained and lost the same 10 pounds so many times over and over again my cellulite must have deja vu!