Random Rants
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Nothing quite like waking up after a hard night of drinking and cleaning vomit off your cordovan shoes
Better than rough out or suede…
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Stupid Yes, amateurish no! drinking almost a 1/5 of Jefferson's Presidential Reserve was not one of the more mature decisions I have made in recent time. Feeling much better now after drinking a couple of bloody mary's.
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I love calvados….love it...even take it in my coffee.
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Supersalami keep on doing what u love and listen to ur heart it will make u stronger. In earlier years i was working for a big consulting firm, they always tried to force me into a suit. I didnt like that so i went to work with a pair of chinos, a shirt and a badass leatherjacket. I even colored my hair back then. I loved it, they not so much but clients respected me. People tend to know more about you than urself do, its a phenomenon.
Awesome, I've been given shit for dressing how I wish even been singled out/called pee-wee herman for cuffing my jeans in the workplace. Fuck em. Those who know/matter never took issue to my dress. I believe we dress for ourselves, more so than others. As Seul's called out Haters. "Haters gonna Hate, Potatoes gonna potate".
On the topic of knowing one's self and whilst throwing limericks about here's one of my favs about the unknowable self "It seems that I know that I know. What I would like to see is the 'I' that knows me when I know that I know that I know."
@supersalami. Confirming to stereotypes and people's expectations is never a good thing. It's "easier" requires less mental effort for those who are hat'n, when you change, or are different, it requires thought, which can often bring un/sub-conscious pain. Brings questions of their-self and identity into being. Keep being you, Truth and those who aspire to it will accept you as you are :).
PEACE!
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I hate how the stuff that I crave from japan takes about 1 day to get to the US and then spends over a week in customs. Ugh
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I'm at the office part of my shop, going through some orders and such… I walk out and walk into the depot...
Now the depot is accesible from the shop, of course, but usually customers never wander in, cause it's obvious it's a freaking depot... Huge swingdoors, signs; the works...I walk in and see this woman finishing doing up her pants... My natural reaction, being an absolute gentleman, is to turn my head away... But them I'm wondering "Who is this woman, and what the fuck is she doing here?".
I walk over to my collegue who's in the front of the store, and she says someone had asked her to use the toilets, and she had told her to head to the back and look for me...
Apparently misses Bursty-Blather didn't bother, just waltzed into the depot, squatted down next to a cozy palet of Jupiler, and did her thing...
