have one mug and own it well, my personal favorite the australian “pannikin”. pass that shit down as a legacy. be remembered as a tin mug… ya mug. see “proper” description below:
A Pannikin is a uniquely Australian, tough tin mug used for drinking billy tea.
- Life Lessons w/ Jeremi
- Life Lessons w/ Jeremi
1. become unemployed.
2. don’t stop making connections. not only will this improve your social life drastically, your string of contacts on a deeper level will benefit you tremendously. also remember, always have something to give back. never take without reciprocating, even if it’s the smallest gesture.
3. build your empire. your name is invaluable. claim real estate, you’ll realize how important it is once someone finds you through a google search. give just enough away that it’s professional, you don’t ever want them knocking on your front door.
4. put down the beer and start working on expanding your skill set. how can you be an asset to a stranger and why should they start paying you for it?
5. back to step 1. become unemployed. i can’t say i’ve taken this step yet, nor have i had the balls to do so yet. ultimately leading up to working the lifestyle of the unemployed.
look forward to writing shortly from a deserted island far away from you.
My wall is better than yours #afterhourspartywall
- Life Lessons w/ Jeremi
Note to friends on this sunny pre cinco de mayo weekday, see you in a few:
#1 (4:30pm) Get out of work relatively early, it’s Friday and it’s fucking hot. No need to be sticking to my leather work chair on a glorious day like this. You’re better than that.
#2 (5pm) - Catch a LYFT home. i can’t help myself. It’s like I’m hoarding but hoarding lifts from drivers that I’m paying top dollar for. It’s connected to my bank account and the whole no money exchanged thing makes me feel like it’s just nice people driving me home for free. But again, it’s Friday. Treat yo’self.
#3 (5:30pm) - If we’re going to a block party with thousands of Financial District sales jocks and sexy secretaries in short summer time dresses, I need to make a quick pit stop by the house and look fresh as fuck. Nothing stands out more than a freshly ironed, sweat-less shirt and the aroma of fresh cologne amongst the sweaty scoundrels we’ll no doubt be weaving our selves through this afternoon.
#4 (6:00pm) Pick up who we need to on the way through, drop some of Pam’s placebo aderrals and make our way down to Aventine.
#5 (6:30pm) Cheers’ing with bitches on our arms.
#6 (6:34pm) Zekis.
Note: Stoop time can be inserted any time between #1 - #4 (4:30pm - 6pm),. We all got time for that.
Wear more stripes | | | | | #fuckyeahmenswear
No good conversation starts with black socks.
Tempting wrong turn on way to the toilet @taqueriareinas #death
climbing trees, ugly sweaters, good friends & jugs of hot cider.
perfection.
i miss her.
& quite frankly, being apart, it’s not meant to be.
we’ll talk
there will be moments of awkwardness.
we’ll tell each other that we’ll be friends & everything will be okay
& it won’t
& we’ll carry on pretending to be happy
by keeping ourselves busy.
come say hi. x
the pursuit of happiness in a new home city. it’s the blank canvas to an artwork that’s soon ripped apart and reworked a thousand times in less time than it takes to brew a fresh cup of joe with your brand spanking keurig.
but, at some point we’re all looking for it….. comfort….or wait, you’re not one of those.. hey man i hate plans, settling, a little routine, a heavy dash of ease. more of a no plan harry? (write that down). i don’t believe you, i tell myself that. i tell everyone that, it’s what’s ‘cool’ but unless you’re the 1%, it’s nice to feel comfortable in the place you live, have some time to take a breath without worrying about the next best thing.
morale of this rant?
i’ve been happy, i’ve been sad & every time i tear it all down just to start again. rinse, and repeat. these are the experiences that make you smile and they’re the ones that knock you flat on your back. cut a long story short… fuck comfort?
“the world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places”. Ernest Hemingway
but it’s made of stone.
it’s a been a while.
