Went to an ex-colleague 30th birthday party last week-end.
Two groups of people: < 25yo and > 25 yo.
We were severely beaten at Time’s Up.
We were the last ones leaving at 3am.
I haven’t recovered yet.
Spent my whole day yesterday doing PHP.
Last one leaving work because my test environment failed me.
Takes me hours to fall asleep.
Brothers turn 29 and 13 this year.
Getting old. It’s happening…
Sudeikis. Bateman. Helms. Forte.
Over two years ago, a visitor to the A.P.C. studio was announced to me as “Kenny”. He wanted my advice on the fashion industry; although I found such a request quite vague, as a mutual friend introduced us, I met with the guy. The guy talks, talks and talks and I was having a good time listening. He had nice manners and spoke about losing his mother in a surgery accident, about losing his girlfriend too, and about how difficult doing the right thing in fashion was. After a while, I was curious to know what this gentleman was currently doing in his life. I simply asked him: “May I know what your trade is, sir?” He took his shades down, so that finally I could see his eyes, and answered me: “I am a hip hop artist.”
CAPS LOCK BECAUSE I DON’T THINK I HAVE EVER LAUGHED HARDER AT ANYTHING IN MY ENTIRE LIFE AND MY BODY IS SHAKING AND I SNORTED AND I’M NOT EVEN A SNORTER.
SERIOUSLY, QUIT WHATEVER IT IS THAT YOU ARE DOING AND TELL ME HOW RIGHT I AM ABOUT THIS.
There is nothing I love more than game rage.