Happy Saturday, bitches! I've started this day with a new blog template! I like it for the moment, but we'll see how it fares in the long run. And I'm also getting my new apartment today! So it's a gorgeous day full of new beginnings.
You know what strikes me as weird? The people in Seattle are super laid back, but they also guzzle maybe 4 cups of coffee per day. Seriously, how do they manage that? I've only been here a few weeks and my daily coffee consumption has jumped from one cup per day to two. Late in the afternoon after I've chugged my second giant cup, I start getting a little twitchy and I have to realllly watch the engineering decisions I'm making when my boss is around:
Me: I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY! Brackets look good! Fly them!
Boss: (Raises eyebrow)
Me: Or... Ummm, maybe we should test them first.
Boss: (Nods approvingly)
Me: (menacingly under breath) But they better fucking pass that test or else I'm coming to find you. Hear me?
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Saturday, June 12, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Trend-setter
You know how I'm super handsome and typically have excellent taste in clothing? You know how it seems like my fashion sense is always one step ahead of yours (*cough* Shoa *cough*)? You might assume that I just read GQ and rip off their ideas, but I'm all original you smug jerk.
Guess what you're wearing right now? Sweat pants and a torn t-shirt. I bet it's not even your t-shirt. It's probably your boyfriend's disgusting gym shirt that he threw in the hamper, but you desperately dug it out and wore it because you haven't done laundry in 3 weeks.
You know what I'm wearing? Mother. Fucking. Cuff links.
That's right. I'll give you a moment to absorb that tasty fashion nugget. Dress shirt from the Donald Trump collection with silver cufflinks. I won't even bother describing the rest of my outfit, because your tears might stain your boyfriends rank t-shirt.
I'm perched in a little indie coffee shop in Mukilteo, gazing down over a clouded Puget Sound, sipping my Americano from an oversized red mug, and rocking a professional outfit that makes all the little high shcool ladies stare (can they even spell "statutory"?). Here's a picture that I took while eye-flirting with your mom from across the café:
In fact, I've just been inspired with an amazing new idea for a coffee shop here in Seattle: "The Fashionista Barista"! All my baristas will wear insane couture while I sit in a raised booth with a monocle and judge my customers.
Guess what you're wearing right now? Sweat pants and a torn t-shirt. I bet it's not even your t-shirt. It's probably your boyfriend's disgusting gym shirt that he threw in the hamper, but you desperately dug it out and wore it because you haven't done laundry in 3 weeks.
You know what I'm wearing? Mother. Fucking. Cuff links.
That's right. I'll give you a moment to absorb that tasty fashion nugget. Dress shirt from the Donald Trump collection with silver cufflinks. I won't even bother describing the rest of my outfit, because your tears might stain your boyfriends rank t-shirt.
I'm perched in a little indie coffee shop in Mukilteo, gazing down over a clouded Puget Sound, sipping my Americano from an oversized red mug, and rocking a professional outfit that makes all the little high shcool ladies stare (can they even spell "statutory"?). Here's a picture that I took while eye-flirting with your mom from across the café:
In fact, I've just been inspired with an amazing new idea for a coffee shop here in Seattle: "The Fashionista Barista"! All my baristas will wear insane couture while I sit in a raised booth with a monocle and judge my customers.
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