15 Things I’ve Learned Living In Washington, DC
1. Snow > the federal government.
2. The Washington Monument looks better covered in scaffolding.
3. You’re never the smartest person in the room (and you don’t want to be).
4. People will ask you what you do for a living before asking how you’re doing.
5. Work hard, brunch harder.
6. Some French asshole put rotaries or traffic circles or whatever the hell they’re called all over the place. Worst. Idea. Ever.
7. Nonprofits are a business. Their product hopefully helps others, but it’s not a bunch of absentminded idealists in a room talking out of their ass.
8. Chinatown should just be called China Street or China Alley. Putting Chinese lettering on a Walgreens and a Chipotle doesn’t make a Chinatown.
9. There’s a weird rivalry between the people of New York City and DC.
10. House of Cards is filmed mostly in Baltimore.
11. The metro looks nothing like it does in Scandal.
12. The humidity in the summer can make it feel like the devil is Frenching you everywhere.
13. Bikers will ignore bike lanes and traffic laws. They’re like honey badgers on two wheels just not giving any fucks.
14. If you’re using the escalators in the metro, walk on the left side and stand on the right.
15. Washington, DC is separated into four parts NW, NE, SW, SE; driving through, you would never guess that they were part of the same city.>
March 5, 2011
I became a Drank and was welcomed into the REALEST Shot Fam to ever do it!
My shots are dope as fuck; Chris, Chad, Sunny, Sdot, and Alex
Haaa! I really fuck with DND
(Source: bigseanfansffoe / Big Sean)
accurate gif is accurate.
Kanye X Tyler
Wiseman closed his mouth. Madman closed his fist. Young man shows his age. Judge man named it sin. Bad man don’ exist, no. No evil man exists. Good man don’t exist, no. No righteous man exists. Sad man cannot cry in place where man can see. Never witnessed father weep. This old man thought it weak, but strong man don’t exist, no. No undying man exists. Weak man don’t exist, no. Just flesh and blood exists, but your mother would be proud of you. I bet your mother would be proud of you.
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.