There are far better things ahead than anything we left behind.
(Source: quote-book)
(Source: emilyposts)
What was the dumbest thing that ended your relationship?
Reddit + Tumblr = therapy.
All Dudes Learned How to Dress and It Sucks
I can’t figure out how old anyone is. I can’t figure out how gay anyone is. On silent subway morning commutes there are no tells. The brogues, desert boots and quickstrike high-tops not only have me manic-fantasy-banging every well-dressed dude on the F BECAUSE IT IS ALL SO GODDAMN GOOD but the fact that so many are suddenly well shod plus the prevalence of hard-bottoms straight CRIPPLES my ability to tell how rich anyone is. And that is fucking my game up major. Aaaaaaaaaand everyone’s watch is now the old timey Timex from J.Crew for $150 so yeah, 360 IDK. Plus, also, seriously, there must have been some clandestine colloquium workshop situation where all the dudes in all the land shucked to skivvies and got sized for their perfect pair of Uniqlo jeans and nobody said “no homo,” not even one time, because, Hi, y’all all look fantastic FUCK YOU.
Shit. I have to get my sartorial game up. Cc: Hoyin.
(Source: kottke.org)
Mondays
This is probably true of all businesses, but my Mondays are substantially busier and more stressful than any other day of the week. I got to work around 8:40am, ten minutes later than I’m supposed to—whoops. No biggie, I’m important here. So anyway, I had also taken Friday off (I felt like it) so I was already expecting more unread emails than usual in Outlook.
I already have several filters and rules set up in Outlook to wrangle my incoming mail into different folders based on their importance, where it’s from, and most importantly, if I’m the only one on copy. Even so, there were 300+ unread emails waiting for me when I sat down. This is not even including the reply-all junk that I’ve already had Outlook intelligently sort away. FFFFUUUUUU—
I took one look at the bold unread counts next to each folder and promptly alt-F4’d Outlook. Fuck that—there’s no way I can wade through this glut of emails and get any ‘real’ work done. (‘Real’ is relative, okay?!)
Might have to check with my supervisor to see if there’s any room in the budget to hire someone just to read and answer my emails…
