When I hear shitty people listen to Bob Marley I just want to rip it out of...
Yesterday at lunch I overheard a rather entitled looking man wearing black velour dress shoes and overly flowy dress pants (see steve harvey) suggest that he was personally responsible for his wife’s peace of mind and sense of self because he had allowed her to have a job. He had allowed her to give herself purpose despite the fact that it kicked he and his family up a tax bracket costing them...
I Work in an Office
me: yo. i just had the biggest PHEWwwww moment
me: the director of my division asked me to write somethng for the eNewsletter. he told me topic and bullet points but hes hella russian so hes not comfortable writing an article in english
i write it and it is a bunch of bullshit
just like political talking out of my ass
so i look at the last newletter and realize that they not only post your name they post your picture. like the ugly ass picture that you have on your ID!
so I totally flip out. cause i neeevvvvver wanted my name on it and it had not occured to me that it would be under my name accompanied by a heinous picture
me: so im like putting together emails and thinking of what i will say to get out of this
cause i was like under no circumstances is this getting published with my name on it
so i was prepared to show him a draft and tell him that I do not want to be in the eNewsletter for "privacy reasons"
which he would not have been able to argue with but it still would have been absurt
I go in show him the draft and say that I dont necessarily want my name on it
he looks at me and goes, "oh this wont be under your name. It will be under mine."
me: so them im like....
you didnt even mention that before...now out of pride Im like well maybe that motherfucker should have asked if I could basically ghost write this article for him
but in the end I am glad that i wont have to have an article published that is bullshit and a picture published where I look like a fat baby turtle
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In 2007 or 2008, I started listening to R&B on this road trip with my dad...– Grimes on Mariah Carey. (via pitchfork)
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Damn Son you broke....
T: will you do me a huge favor?
T: will you transfer 1 singular dollar into my account
me: i think i might be overdrafted right now
we are a mess
me: but ill check
me: havent overdrafted yet
so you, sir, will be receiving one whole dollar from ya girl right now
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poeticartifacts: I smoke, drink, and live the generally unhealthy lifestyle that I do so that I will never live long enough to pay you sons of bitches back. Fuck You.
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I cannot hide my anger to spare your guilt, nor hurt feelings, nor answering...– - Audre Lorde, “Uses of Anger: Women Responding to Racism” (via directcitation) (via newwavefeminism)
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