What's Your Excuse?
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I'm donating a lung next week, so I have to take it easy, and my probation officer doesn't like belaying me much anymore.
The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own.
You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president.
You realize that you control your own destiny.
Albert Ellis
You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president.
You realize that you control your own destiny.
Albert Ellis
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i wasn't climbing with my smoking friends, and therefore the gnats were swarming my non-smoking belayer and messing with my head listening to the smacking, clapping sounds down below meaning that my belayer's brake hand was not on!
oh wait... i was climbing with my smoking friends. nevermind!
oh wait... i was climbing with my smoking friends. nevermind!
efil lanrete... i enjoy the sound, but in truth i find this seductively backward idea to be quite frightening
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It seems you too were smoking, eh?Brentucky wrote:i wasn't climbing with my smoking friends . . .
oh wait... i was climbing with my smoking friends. nevermind!
The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own.
You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president.
You realize that you control your own destiny.
Albert Ellis
You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president.
You realize that you control your own destiny.
Albert Ellis