February 2012
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I realized something today. My friends here are incredibly prominent; so prominent, in fact, that I don’t have to pay for anything. Today, the grocer said “free” and “Felipe” inside a very fast Spanish sentence. He refused to take my money. OK then. Last week, I noticed that I didn’t pay for anything (club fees, alcohol, weed). I always figured some friend...
January 2012
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It seems like there are no Tumblr users in Colombia.
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If my queue is working right, my dad is in Qatar right now and I am somewhere in London.
My dad is pretty funny. I told him I was going to Colombia for a year. He told me he was going to Qatar. He then asked “Are you done downloading Sherlock?”
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You're going where?!
(a compilation of reactions)
stupid sister: Colombia? In Africa?
mom: The drug cartels...
brother: DRUUUUUGS.
cool sister: DRUUUUUUUUUUUGS.
dad: I do not want to know what you're involved in.
friend: Are you dating a drug lord?
uncle: Do not date a boy who deals drugs.
cousin: Date someone who deals drugs!
aunt: It's wonderful there... but don't do drugs.
friend: Stay clean!
cousin: Have fun! *whispers* Druuuuuuuugssssss.
friend: I thought you stopped dealing?
me: OMGWTF?!?! They have good coffee, you know.
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To my friends who read this and/or care:
To my friends in London, NYC and Tokyo (Let’s meet!):
I just booked all my flights. I am leaving this country next week, Saturday. I won’t be back until 2013 unless something horrible happens.
4 days in Tokyo. A sunglass company wants lookbook shots. And other stuff too for a film magazine. I am staying in the Peninsula. Stop by, Xeno. I have...
December 2011
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WHAT IF MISHA PRINTS OUT A NAKED PHOTO OF HIMSELF...
mishasminions:
mishasminions:
UPDATE: I FUCKING KNEW IT! I’M A GODDAMN PSYCHIC.
Good morning, fandom.
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November 2011
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Tumblr should get its shit together. First, my ask breaks. Then the posts of people I follow don’t appear on my dashboard. Then my queue breaks. What’s next?
I can’t believe I have the time to whine. I have to go to the studio now.
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unpunk gets about 15 legit messages a day. Asks, formsprings, e-mails… I answer all of them, even if it takes days. Most are from cool tumblr people who introduce me to the best things. We talk about books, films, the internet, photography, and other superficial stuff. I love them. A lot also ask about travel: money, parents, where do I start?, money… I get so many questions about...
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Yesterday, I met a girl during a meeting with a client. After the meeting, she talked to me outside, while I was waiting for my car. She told me about how she grew up knowing she had to be “self-sufficient”. She has her own apartment, works, pays all her bills, etc. I knew she immediately put me in the “sheltered rich kid” box. She told me I should be “street...
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Some of my friends laugh at me when I go to clubs with no regard for how I look. How I look in clubs doesn’t matter to me, but it seems to matter to people who aren’t me. Many times, during “club hopping” nights, I’ve gone with house clothes and comfortable shoes. “Why don’t you wear heels?” I don’t like heels, dumbass.
I’m not going to...
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