Looked at a red folder for 5 minutes today trying to decide if it was pink or red. I think it was red (not sure).
When I got off work today there was this old dude doing donuts in the parking lot on his motorcycle. Tried to ask him what he was up to, but he couldn’t hear me due to all the badass revelry in the atmosphere. Dude had it all figured it out.
Am I original? Am I the only one? Am I sexual?
None of the client’s at work asked me if I’m an intern or when I’m going to graduate college so I’m chalking today up as a win.
I don’t know a damn thing about fashion, but I always know what I like. I get by just fine.
Play Daft Punk’s “doin’ it right” in your car for me, and when you pull up to the red light and they’re watching you, keep dancing.
If I was an artist I would write this amazing poem, and towards the end I would paint like spilt milk on it so you couldn’t decipher the last bit. I would call the piece, “Cry over it.”
Hey guys, hope the weekend is treating you with respect and serenity. I just wanted to share this moment I had last week. I’ve been thinking about it since it happened. One day as I was leaving work this lady stopped me and asked if we were closing I said, “Yes ma’am, we close at 4:30.” She then asked, “Do you work here? How old are you?” I told her I just turned 26, and that I did in fact work here.” She looked at me for a few seconds, smiled, and said, “I’m very proud of you. I’m proud of you.” It completely threw me off guard. She didn’t know me, she was just being kind. It struck me especially hard because I had been feeling very cynical about the state of our union, and the way our leaders continue to behave like children. I needed her to say that. I needed a few kind words that day. That lady got me through the rest of that week. I know it may not seem like much, but it was everything to me. You guys take it easy, or not, maybe you have tons of work to do. Be safe, yes, be safe. That’s better.
I woke up this morning with the “Cheers” tv theme song in my head. Ended up singing it in the shower. The rest of the day was pretty ordinary.
I feel liberated. I have a new mantra of sorts. It’s quite simple. I am me, all the time. If its not funny, I don’t laugh. I wear what I want, in the confines of office dress code, and on the weekends I’m golden. I’m not interested in getting married or having children at this time in my life. I know that’s hard for some to fathom, but its my truth. I’m more interested in great love, and great flings that fade. I also enjoy the hell out of my solitude, and its mine when I want it. If some ignorant prick says something is weird that I like, I give them no reaction. I simply continue enjoying what I fucking enjoy, because your opinion holds no weight with me. I don’t exist to make you feel comfortable or good about yourself. My Momma loved me, I’m sorry for whatever happened to you. I’m draped in awesomeness like that damn cloak Harry Potter wore, but you can see my ass. And with that, good night gents, and to the ladies, stay wonderful and ultimately superior to man in every way. Love y’all.