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#short hair huh#i think it suits you
sarahh-jayne:
I don’t know I just did it I was bored and decided I needed a change. Last time I needed a change I got my spine tattooed so… this was less costly and painful.
Change is good, not many know how to take change. Funny, you said you got bored. Last time you got bored I can’t even remember. I haven’t changed much in years, but I think I could do with a haircut.
#short hair huh#i think it suits you
sarahh-jayne:
You think so huh? I think it’s growing on me it’s a little different then I’m used to but I can’t complain.
I though women never cut their hair unless they where completely sure about it. Except if you’re Charlie, that just sort of happens.
January Jones attends the ‘Mad Men’ special screening at The Film Society of Lincoln Center on March 21, 2015 in New York City.
Se7en (1995) dir. David Fincher
Predict the bad guy’s next move?what like in a video game or something? That’s not so much my area of expertise let alone basic knowledge. I don’t even think I’ve ever held a game controller in my entire life. That probably sounds a lot sadder than it actually is.I just liked books as a child. Well I should know if I spend ten years learning about it, but it’s actually a passion of mine as well. For some reason I found my calling in making other people rich. Personally I think you never stop learning about something,but I’ve yet to settle into that place in my life where I want to go into a class every day over a newsroom,I just happen to really enjoy waving all my achievements in other people’s faces. I’m half Chinese so…
I guess you can compare it to something like that, except it's not as cool and ten times the stress. Guess that why we both specialize in our own area of expertise, teach someone who may not understand. Video games are pointless, they do nothing for you if you ask me. The youth is just pissing away their time with it. Nothing wrong with wanting to fill yourself with something resourceful, It's benefited you well and fed your passion. Hardly anyone does anything passion filled these days, the lack of passion only makes you hate what you do. You must be something if others have really benefited from you so far. Hell you've taught me a few things already and you've hardly said much. A newsroom, man, now that's one scary place. How does anyone tell the truth from the well crafted lie around there? Hey if you've got it, wave it, can't be mad at you for that.
It’s not so much as a knack as it is a science… One that I’ve dedicated a third of my life to learning.Predicting trends in the market is like predicting trends in fashion: there are still people trying to create new brands and push them on you and there are still competitors trying to tell you there their product is”cooler, the only difference is that “seasons” are daily, not seasonal, so you risk losing money daily depending on how you buy and sell on that day. There are also no fashion shows. And I realize that you didn’t ask for a full economics lesson but you just got one. I’m also legally allowed to teach economics so flashing my professor status just comes out nowadays.
I am not good at either of those things to be quite honest, the most I can predict is whats a bad guy's next move and there really ain't much science to that. More physiological than anything. Oh no, go one, it's actually pretty interesting even though I may not use any of that it's still nice to be informed. You sound like you know your stuff and I have to appreciate a woman who know's their shit. Most of the women I meet only know how to throw low blows instead of something knowledgeable. So question, why aren't you still teaching, or are you one of those professors who know you have yet to learn it all so you rather continuing to learn before you dedicate your whole life to teaching it?
I N P E R S O N || daniel + dylan
Dylan chuckled, shaking her head. “Funny──” she said, looking at him, “that is something my father would say. I guess I do have dad issues…” She joked, taking a step towards him. “I suppose I can live with that.” She said. Even though there were things she wanted to tell him, Dylan couldn’t. It would put both of them at risk and it was not something she was willing to do to him and herself. There was a strong feeling of preservation within herself. “Honestly, I just came by to see how you were.”
The male tipped his head to her, the man held his silence it's all he could do in the moment. "We all seem to have a little parental issues it makes it's make even without realizing." he smirked. He watched her closely. She made him tense even in his own home yet the more they exchanged words the more he found himself relaxing. "I have, I am sure you can too." His sentence sort of trailed on a small hint of resent lingering in his tone. It was easy to play of a decent conversation but never between these to. There was always that underline of questions. Holding up his arms for a brief moment they fell to his side. "You know me Dylan, I don't break that easy . I'm good, I am sure you knew that already.---How are you..how've you been?"
I N P E R S O N || daniel + charli
"I can’t hear you over my $1200 bonus as he was 100 yards from the Mexican boarder. Some bruised ribs and a broken thumb, so just give me the good drugs I know you confiscate and let me sleep on your couch." She was laughing and knew he was judging her. "I was kidding well about the drugs. Also I’m a superhero, my last name is Winston. I can do anything."
"You get banged up more than any guy on my team. You sure you're not pulverizing yourself to prove a point? Take that bonus and take a vacation Charli, give yourself some time to actually heal." Handing her a warm rag, the man pulled out his first aid kit. It was amazing how close by he kept that thing. "You don't look like you're kidding. Yeah well when ma' gets hold that your rough housing it again she's going to move in with you and make sure you stay in one piece."
Dow went down by 331 points today. You know,I really should have an I-told-you-so-and-so-did-my-two-Ph.Ds-in-economics dance.
"You have a knack for being right eh'. But in real people words, how fucked is our economy? Wolf On Wallstreet taught be enough to know them kind of points never mean anything good."
I N P E R S O N || daniel + charli
"Who the fuck were you expecting? I saw the gun you idiot, I’m you but with boobs. Remember that." She sassed coughing a bit which made her ribs kill even more then they did. "Oh yeah. Well you got the cartel and this one found his name on my list. He’s really sick of Winston’s just in case you were wondering. Only about 36 hours he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the pack."
He shook his head, boy what a pain she made being a older sibling. "Be prepared always." He murmured to her. His face scrunched up with anger. Charli could not be budged, time and time again he asked his sister to give up this gig. And time and time again she refused. She was his little sister, the last thing he ever wanted to see was her banged up and bruised. "Well us Winston's actually do some good. But next time, call the police Charli. You're not some superhero."
I N P E R S O N || daniel + dylan
Had she been smarter ─ or more careful ─, Dylan wouldn’t be there. She would let him believe she didn’t care and kept herself out of his life. It was the best thing she could do for him. She realized his hesitation to let her in and when she was about to ask if he wasn’t going to let her, he took a step back. “Who does then?” She questioned as she walked into his place. Her eyes scanned around, looking at everything. It all felt very── Daniel. Dylan never had anything like that. Her places had always been impersonal and the closest of a home she had had was when she dated him. “Have I? I thought by now you would hate me completely…”
In this moment Daniel never found him self even more speechless. He almost questioned the reality of this, her here before him. It was almost strange, the way they where conversing. As if they where common friends who did this often. He arched a brow as a small chuckle ticked in his throat, a leading response to her first question. Running one hand backwards through his thick bushy hair the man looked back at the brunette still a little in awe. He was a mixture of emotions yet content. "Hate is a very strong feeling to hold onto for someone. It even changes you. So if you're wondering do I hate you Dylan, I do not. But you've always disappointed me." He questioned her being here and how she had managed to find her way to his door when for years she acted like he didn't exist.
I N P E R S O N || daniel + gwen
"Yes, I’m aware what time is it. You gonna keep asking stupid questions or are you gonna let me in?" Gwen stated, not even waiting for Daniel’s response as she pushed the door open wider and waltzed into his place. Shrugging off the leather jacket she had on, she carelessly tossed it onto a chair she brushed past as she made her way over to the nearby window. "Mind if I stay here for the night?" The woman asked, peaking through the blinds of his window.
His jaw hung low about a inch, she walked with stride and confidence and that's what got him every time. Closing the door behind her Daniel turned around on his heel to face her fully. He would like to say this was common, however he was use to her showing up whenever she pleased. The two had this weird dynamic. Though his sister would just agree that was just with every women he ever knew. Folding one arm over the other he shot her a questionable look. "Not at all, make yourself at home." His tone dripped in sarcasm. He could sense there was something else in the mist here, years of studying people had that tell all. Instead he decide not to venture on to the subject. "You uh, want something to drink?"