How do you know when you’ve really made it in life?

Have a star, for your use of the word “morass” :)

I really miss having a workout partner. Back in college my roommate worked out with me and it was awesome (he currently owns his own gym). It was perfect really, I was better than him on certain things and he was better than me at others so we were constantly pushing each other. Also, it is nice to have a spotter all…

Michael Oher Says The Blind Side Was Bad For His Career

I actually did this a couple of months ago, it’s made a massive difference - you can walk straight from the lounge out to the garden now on one level - it feels less like a Stalinist dumping ground and more somewhere to relax and for the kids to have fun. I could not be happier with the change. Just the fencing and…

They dress that boy like he’s the consumptive shut in child from The Secret Garden.

Living and dating in Southern California, it’s like a competition to see who can be the most chill and uninterested.

Right? I think we just have too much information about people before we meet them now, so there are too many specific things to be nervous about, rather than the general nerves.

Race is indeed a construct, but that is very, very far from it being a costume.

TL;DR - Use your words. Precise ones. The end.

the truck is so enormous that you can’t see if there’s another equally massive truck heading the other way

Here’s a pic of her at Howard, she’s top left.

Can I get odds on her being a Jez comentor who stars all the ‘lol white people’ comments.

In the style of the side they both love, this was a whole lot of back and forth never reaching a goal.

But ... they’re basically the same thing as bachelor/bachelorette parties.

*I* was a fan before all of the dirty oil money

I’ve always been high on Mix, but that’s mainly because I’ve been an NYCFC fan for so many years.

This is a scissor kick, not a bicycle kick.

And now, Deadspin Slack discusses Will’s first paragraph.

See, that was the thing. It was just supposed to be one last job. Just one. Enough to hit that big final score and then retire to sunny beaches where the cute girls brought you fruity drinks with too many umbrellas sticking out of them.