There’s a woman at my office (the receptionist), who’s really attractive (duh, receptionist). In my professional capacity I don’t have much interaction with her but I’d really like to find a way to create some without being another creepy dude making contrived moves(I know that’s what I’m doing, hopefully with less creep). Who knows if we’ll even click… this isn’t about trying to fit where I can’t, but I’d like to give it a legitimate try without boning my chances by being a typically awkward guy.
Pen, company ink. I get it. I’m adult enough to not let that kind of shit get to me if it doesn’t work. Aside from not dating someone from work, what should I do?
Aside from not dating your receptionist, you should also not hit on your bartender, you should not ask out your waitress, you should not proposition your stripper, and you should not kiss your prostitute on the lips without permission.Listen, jackass, this isn’t about being adult enough to not let shit get to you if it doesn’t work. It’s about being adult enough to respect the boundaries of professional relationships.
Coca Cola/Daft Punk
coming soon
Epic semi-roadtrip with Hannah to Solana Beach Tuesday night to see Miguel live (again. haha). Stunning on the stage, but even more physically flawless off of it… and a soft spoken sweetheart to boot. Quadruple bonus? He’s a fan of DJ Neil Armstrong. Mind blown.
quiet evenings at the house always make me think about Ranger… giving him back was arguably my biggest regret last year :(
fakeasmilewhenthetimingsright-:
Left brain: I am the left brain. I am a scientist. A mathematician. I love the familiar. I categorize. I am accurate. Linear. Analytical. Strategic. I am practical. Always in control. A master of words and language. Realistic. I calculate equations and play with numbers. I am order. I am logic. I know exactly who I am.
Right brain: I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion. Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter. I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feat. I am movement. Vivid colors. I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas. I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel. I am everything I wanted to be.
Dear Coke Talk: On boundaries. →
Stephen Wiltshire. This young artist is grabbing a lot of attention by the likes of CBS and other national news outlets. Stephen has been drawing cities since being diagnosed with autism at a young age, saying it’s his way to express himself. What’s unique about this artist though is that all he needs is a 20 minute helicopter ride above New York and after 7 days, 12 pens, and a lot of music on his ipod, he finishes the massive 18 ft accurate depiction of the city all from memory. He’s so accurate that when drawing Rome, he drew the exact number of columns in the Pantheon. His work is being shown at Brooklyn’s Pratt Institute along with his permanent gallery in the Royal Opera Arcade, Pall Mal.
Helvetica Monopoly. WANT.
Jun killin’ it. On crummy days like today, all I want to do is surf/ lay out on a surfboard in the middle of the ocean and then eat my weight in ahi poke while recovering from a brutal sunburn.
JR in Los Angeles. & JR in Shanghai from late last year. Beautiful. Thanks Adrian for the head’s up! Wish I could have extended my Asia trip and swung by, but hopefully sometime in the near future.
NBA All Star Weekend in Los Scandalous. Guaranteed to be a shitshow of groupies & cheap Gucci/LV print galore.
(it’s times like this that epitomize everything that everyone “thinks” LA is but in actuality, just makes it suck. while it’d be nice to avoid social events like the plague this weekend, one or two parties are mandatory to reunite with the homies. catch me at The Standard Downtown on Saturday. fin.)