“Work. Sleep. Repeat.”
From a correspondent, on the state of his or her life.
This also matches my current state.
Investment banking is a glamorous business.
No, really. I kid you not.
Thanks for all the help.
No, really. You’ve been just crackerjack.
Signed in Blood
A friend told me he was out last night and heard someone yell “TED!” outside a bar, restaurant, and adult bookstore. He spun around and looked, then had a good laugh.
I told him he could pretty much count on it that whenever and wherever ”TED!” is shouted outside a bar or adult bookstore, I’ll be there in spirit.
It’s in my contract.
"Have you ever noticed it’s the people who claim they want you to be happy who are almost always the ones who make you the most unhappy?"
In the Mood for Love
Chow Mo-wan: In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn’t want to share… you know what they did?
Ah Ping: Have no idea.
Chow Mo-wan: They went up a mountain, found a tree, carved a hole in it, and whispered the secret into the hole. Then they covered it with mud. And left the secret there forever.
Ah Ping: What a pain! I’d just go to get laid.
Chow Mo-wan: Not everyone’s like you.
Browsing the public twitter pages of old friends and acquaintances reminds me of both whom I miss and why I am delighted to continue missing them.
Back to my hermit cave…
"Slip sliding away,
Slip sliding away
You know the nearer your destination,
The more you’re slip sliding away"
Es la hora de partir, la dura y fria hora
que la noche sujeta a todo horario.
Es la hora de partir. Oh abandonado!