sarah kunst

lookatthisfuckinghipster:

“I try to dress like a rapper in a Michel Gondry movie.”

saw this in my favorites and made a vague mental note to tell chiara we need to knit…then remembered that in T minus 15 office hours she will no longer sit across from me 5 days a week. i’m a notoriously extroverted person and prefer to spend 99.9% of my waking time with other people but chiara and i may have broken a record for sheer volume of hanging out this past year and a half. my days usually start with an email or text message from her about a work issue or scandalous piece of internet gossip and then i reply 45 minutes later asking if she wants coffee and/or carbs. when i eventually drag myself into the office we continue whatever conversation we’ve started online and im throughout the day, punctuating a mainly quiet office with poetry readings, demands that music be changed or “omg kunst WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR LUNCH”. we leave work together when we can, walking and talking or getting drinks(we also sneaky drink at work with sly trips to the freezer but don’t tell the interns), sometimes go to the same parties and always tweet, text and email with bits of internet ephemera or showtunes related news. rachelle usually tells only one of us something, assuming(correctly) that we’ll fill the other in. chiara is the first to know when i’m dating, if i’m hungover or what presents my mom sent. i know she gets first dibs on all things cultural/european/old people related and she knows when we play the childish “no YOU tell them” game i’ll always give in.

remember at summer camp when the lifeguard yelled buddy check? you looked around for a minute but knew that one person would be there to hoist your hand and prove that everyone still had their head above water; for the past 3 years chiara and i have made sure the other didn’t drown. work’s gonna be weird swimming on my own.