mikeology asked: its fall. you work at AA. update the lookbook.
I really hate being reminded of "Old Damon"
I don’t think any of my friends realize. My blood pressure shoots up whenever I look at old pictures of what I used to look like. I get pissed the fuck off whenever people tell me about all the ridiculous and annoying shit I used to do. It just blows me. I always hate “Old Damon”. And I hate being reminded that I hate “Old Damon”, because it just makes me feel like...
I need to stop stressing the fuck out
I need to make a fucking list and attack that shit. Dwelling on and contemplating what needs to done is time wasted. I am done stressing myself out.
I wish I had a Tumblr, and nobody knew that it was...
Boys and girls aren't meant to speak to eachother
I have a theory that we were only meant to have off-spring. Like, guys speak to guys because they get each other, and girls talk to girls because they get each other. I’m a pretty open person, who has a shit load of girls who are friends, but I still don’t understand half the time.
Frantic fucking meeting at lunch where frantic, ill-prepared seniors threw crumpled paper and loose change in my face for powder puff Frantic fucking class sponsor gave her frantic fucking spiel on how we don’t do shit even though Rachel and I frantically zip around the world and back to get shit done all the time Frantic fucking class sponsor ends my lunch on a terrible note Frantically...
No fucking way. No fucking way. No fucking way.
Mom: Who's that girl in your profile picture?
Damon: Some girl I work with?
Mom: Is she your girlfriend?
Mom: Then who gave you that hickie on your neck?
Damon: ...Somebody else?!
Mom: (Walks in 5 mins later, throws 12 pack box of Trojan, Magnum, Large sized condoms on my bed) Well, here. You and somebody else just might need this
My life is a series of reoccurring motifs, I swear
For weeks or months on end I devote my thoughts to one center idea. I explore it through every fucking orifice of my life. I drive half the things I say, and nearly all my actions on this idea— and then I watch to see what happens to my life. I look for the ideas in ideology I read, in music, in movies, in conversations, in other truths I believe in. And at the end I make one grand fact...
The Kabbalah has some really heavy shit in it.
It’s weird to think I’ve collected little bits of thought over the course of my life that nearly aligns with everything I’ve read about it. Collective consciousness. KILL
Caps Lock, M.I.A.
So I’m a very energy, spiritual driven person. I feel like that doesn’t make much sense, so I’ll try to explain it really quickly so I can get to the point: I believe in energy. I believe energy is the realest and purest form of existence because it’s everywhere. I believe God is energy, I believe I am made of energy. So I believe through energy, filtered through my...
What September 17th taught me:
Girls go ham harder than no other Eating 60 chicken nuggets when you’re with 2 other teenage, smacked boys is chumps work Book it when crazy ass moms appear out of nowhere Life’s too easy when one of your best-friends sell It Feels Good to Be a Taylor is a master piece of a song
There is some redeeming quality in everyone
I swear whenever you hear that someone’s a douche bag, or weird, or annoying, or a bitch, or a slut, or stupid… if you talk to them long enough, you’ll find something awesome about them. Not tryna get deep, but I swear douche bags or girls who are bitches are just people who are sincerely honest. I swear annoying and weird people are just people who are spontaneous and do or say...
Being nice is fun
I’m trying to figure out why I was an awkward, cynical douche bag for so long
Life’s a surreal entanglement of shit and nondescript bliss– Simone Kirkland
Gimme the Loot, The Notorious B.I.G.
I finally feel like I’m starting to grow up I finally feel like I can control myself I finally feel like I have control over my life I finally feel like I don’t have to be too much anymore I finally feel like I can hang out with people and not piss them off I finally feel like I can chill I finally feel like I’m maturing
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
So today is my first day at my job’s new location. Well, new location for me. I got transferred to work at an American Apparel a hell of a lot closer to where I live, and I’m really happy for a bunch of reasons. But I kind of wish I could have all my awesome coworker from Georgetown, plus how legit the Georgetown store is in Silver Spring. Works going to be a lot more laid back (and...
Proof of existence: Unprecedented →
nawjay: Uhn-prez-uh-den-tid. Very fun word to say. I feel like it vibrates with a certain energy almost; like you can feel the soundwaves when you say it. Now for what we’re all here for: my dilemma. A dilemma implies choice. My problem is that I don’t fit in with anybody. I worked so hard for so long… Mady I understand you completely, man. Compromising shouldn’t necessarily...
Yamble is short for Ramble
My stomach hurts like fuck, and my eyes feel drowsy. Not really drowsy, kind of just heavy. Maureen Conley has been the pink elephant in my nostalgic room for the last 4 days. And I’m really enjoying it. Talking shit, and love, and college, and religion all have one common denominator: we do it for stability. Stability is so necessary, and I really don’t know why? It’s...
We're not important
we’re just here now, and will be dead later. And forgotten soon after. Because I felt like saying it.
And I’m sure everyone realizes this. When you ask for advice friends aren’t listening to your problems. They’re worrying about themselves. They’re wondering what they would do in that situation. How would this effect their life. Never to think what’s going on in this situation for you. Why you should or should not do it. I feel like people feel so alone sometimes,...
it’s not like I don’t think I have good friends. Considerate friends. Friends I can have fun with. Friends that understand me. Friends that I can be myself with. Friends who appreciate me. None of that sappy shit. But whenever my mood finally reaches a point where it’s static, and I have that sudden wave of self-reflection, I always imagine there’s this clad of people out...