“So is this what it takes to bring a $499 iPad to our doorsteps? What are the limits of human costs that consumers are willing to accept in the manufacturing of their electronics products? Would you be willing to pay, say, an extra $100 for an iPad if you could be assured that those workers who manufactured it were toiling in safe conditions, paid fair wages and not driven to suicide?”—Third iPad Factory Worker Dies, More Details Emerge (via shutteredwindow)
If you happen to see me carrying or writing in a big black book that looks kind of like a huge bible, just know that it’s my journal. Most likely, I’m writing in it because something just pissed me off, and I’d rather get it out in writing so that it isn’t in my head anymore and so that I don’t…
I’m glad that didnt end in the word I thought it would. Especially coming from you.
“Republicans say, “The government sucks,” and then they get elected and prove it. It’s the self-fulfilling prophecy.”— Bill Maher, paraphrased from Real Time with Bill Maher, 5/13/11 (via shutteredwindow)
This is an ongoing problem for me: I am totally unclear with people all the time. I need to start just telling people how I feel without holding back so much. I don’t mean making people feel bad or anything; I just have to speak up when it really matters. This goes for saying the bad things as well as the good ones.
I try not to link to MediaTakeOut to save people from computer viruses… and STDs. So I’ll give you the gist here; you click if you’re interested.
Pinky is leaving porn to go to college. Turns out that wig wasn’t such a bad idea all this time — you can hardly recognize her without it! And you know what, she looks like a nice woman…
Which ain’t cool if you ask me. Sorry with a past like the one you got, Pinky, you gotta let a brotha know what he’s dealing with upfront. We can’t have you out in the general population of b!tches pretending to be no good girl. So we gone have to put that wig back on :D
"Every time some big clumsy corporate behemoth buys a popular consumer-tech product, I cringe. It almost never works out. The purchased company’s executives take a huge payday; promises are made all around that they’ll be allowed to continue operating independently; and then, within a couple of years, the product disappears altogether. A little star of the tech sky is snuffed out, for absolutely no good reason."
Thankfully, Microsoft *needs* Skype to stay relevant the same way they needed Windows Phone… (oops!)
This bitch makes me sick. My hair looks dry— so fucking what? My hair IS dry. Shit, I’m black! I don’t know what the fuck else she expects. Black people have dry hair, and you look like a fool for apologizing for it.
"Tumblr is fresh, fashionable and well-liked. However, with popularity comes responsibility: the more page loads and followers you have, the more likely you’ll feel obligated to update. Blogger hasn’t been popular since people were panicking over Y2K. I could update twice a year and no one would give a shit. Sweet, sweet freedom." — LMAO
I hate life. Life Is so unfair. I don’t wanna talk about it. I just get so sick of it. I hate my parents. I hate being a dependent. I hate depending on people I don’t give a shit about. I wish I could wake up tomorrow, have a random ass degree, and be at some mind numbing 9-5 already. I’d be so happy if I never had to feel like I owed my parents for anything ever again.
I think this is why minorities don’t graduate from school. They have the most immature parents, and they get sick of being a student and still having to be attached to them. So they leave school and enter the real world at any cost to get those fucking losers out of their lives.
I just have to keep from reaching that point… I’m on edge.
My mother’s just saying grace over the cake she’s eating and pushing her garbage religion on my little sister, who’s rightfully questioning the need for the foolishly empty ritual. “It’s not even food. It’s a snack,” she says; she’s only four.
God, children could be so smart if their idiot parents didn’t stifle their achievements with their own pathetic limitations of mind.