i paid five dollars for a "detailed psychic reading," just to have the answer to the question "will… projects succeed" be answered with a response that essentially amounted to "there’s a lot to juggle" and "get the right team."
no shit. geee, there goes my original plan to sit around on my ass and surround myself with morons.
t-shirt: H&M, 2011 | pants: Geld Iaz, 2003 | shoes: Charles Jourdan, 2000 | eyewear: Yves St Laurent, 2008
69°!
hey, if you’ve ever been a street vendor then you would totally understand a compulsive obsession with the weather and the necessity to be perfectly primed for shifts in the temperature at incremental absolute degrees.
i.e., yes there were people sporting NorthFace puffies and shearling Uggs out there on the very same day, but it’s their problem they looked ridiculous and were sweating like animals— not mine.