My mind is a haven.
It’s the system of roots that anchors me. It’s how I know I’m alive. It’s how I am. It’s me. And, selfishly, I hate sharing it..?
It's weird having people that are older, and more...
call me, “Mr. Phan.” Seems too stuffy. NEVER AGAIN.
the "vocal fry," courtesy of girl-speak →
mysocalledliterarylife: “The idea that young women serve as incubators of vocal trends for the culture at large has longstanding roots in linguistics. As Paris is to fashion, the thinking goes, so are young women to linguistic innovation.”
Je veux de l’amour, de la joie, de la bonne humeur Ce n’est pas...– “Je veux”, ZAZ
Me before coffee: FUFUFUFU
Me after coffee: I love you.
On patient capital
1.) I don’t believe in patient capital in the sphere of impact entrepreneurship 2.) If the initial 100k of seed capital is the hardest for impact entrepreneurs to get, entrepreneurial funds should have structures in place to meet raises for capital. If something has already been proven market ready, matching a company’s raise at this stage is crucial. (Quicken the haste, good god.) ...
Why am I complaining when one of my close friends...
I can take Nyquil and feel better. She can’t. Fuck.
Professor: Write an emotional narrative vignette that underscores your semester long research project
Everyone in the class: Sweet, this is going to be easy.
Me: Uh. Define "emotional."
Comments on first draft: Where's the emotion?
FUCK YOU ALLLL.
Wait, it's only Tuesday?