then again, I couldn’t care less because I am always contemplative, warmhearted, awesome and good-looking.

- people who come really late to appointments. Not that I am a sociopath that throws temper tantrums if anyone is 15 minutes too late, but it’s kind of inpolite to let people wait for a period of time where they could have done something else instead of waiting.

- the sociopathic behavior of people in cars during rush hour. It’s your job you come late to, not your entire life, but I guess that won’t make any sense to those people. don’t get it, most of them stick to the the anal retentive uptightness I witness every day. but being in a car changes people. a lot. most people think they are invisible. they sing, pick their nose, or even read newspapers and shit. I have seen so many things in traffic jams.

this is my life and it is ending one minute at a time.

(halo 3)

(via nosecontacto)

Hmph! this icon is my future : )

This icon is my good friend

This icon i know too well, like the back of my hand : )

yes! yes! how pro does it get?

Final Cut PRO!

(via. rxyontherun)

this is my life.

this is me taking control from wireframes, apple keyboard, daily routines, backstabbing co workers, sack of shit friends and gas station bills.

this is me taking back control of my life.
what have you done lately?

we are the all dancing, all singing crap of the world.

I am tracking the time which I spend on work.
With a tracking software I installed, just to keep record of the things I do.
Most of the time, I am distracted.
Or very productive.

That means 1/3 of the time I listen to hardcore eurodance trash and flexx my wireframes and personas and customer journes, build Icons, arrange meetings, call co workers, get called by co-workers… you know the drill.
2/3 of the time I write blalantly unimportant stuff such as writing stuff such as this or watch youtube videos or try to research the black market price for pure cocaine. Not that I do coke, I just … DO things.

I am so fucking glad that I am me.
Diminishing my attention span, one second at a time.
When I retire, I will have seen every single video on youtube of kittens, cats and cute objects.

I AM NOT AN INFORMATION ARCHITECT.

I am a Black Ops, Government Special Activities Division operative in deep cover inside a terrorist cell. I keep the free world safe whilst I jeopardize my personal ethics and corrupt my conscience every single day.

No, scratch that.

I am a commando of FIST OF ALLAH waiting for the right moment to detonate a dirty bomb that will take revenge on the infidels. I live amongst you, you need to fear me.

No, scratch that.

Actually, I am a Yakuza accountant and I launder dirty money from drug trade, prostitution and illegal underground fights with a single keyboard stroke

No, scratch that.

Truth is, I work at the New York stock exchange and just ruined the biggest consumer goods corporation because I didn’t drink/drank too much coffee (also, I am a huge coke addict and treat women like objects.

No, scratch that.

I am a mid level staff information architect in a sizeable interactive agency. I am surrounded by marketing types and “developers”. First you have to give up, first you have to *know*… not fear; – KNOW – that someday you’re gonna die. It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.