not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
Theodore Roosevelt, on auditioning for Second City
Don't bother reading this post, y'all. It's more for me anyway.
I’ve been dieting for a while now. I say that with reluctance because I’ve packaged the diet in with a few other things so I could call it by the much more appetizing term, “lifestyle change.” Diets fail, you see. Lifestyle changes do not. If anything changes, you’re successful.
How have you not noticed that I’ve known the words to every song you’ve chosen tonight?? Every time you turn off Ke$ha and play something else, I get excited and expect to have at least a silent moment of “Look at us! We’re the only ones here cool enough to know this band!” Seriously, I know you think you’re the only person enjoying this but DAMMIT I’M SINGING EVERY WORD. WHICH I WOULDN’T NORMALLY DO BECAUSE THIS SONG ISN’T EVEN THAT GOOD, IT’S JUST OK.