Dear friends,
I ask of you very little but today I ask you for an immense pull-together of brain power and original thought.
If, hypothetically speaking, you had a marked oral presentation to give tomorrow at 1pm on the subject of business but with an “economical, political or social” spin, what exactly would you talk about for seven minutes?
Of course this is entirely hypothetical and I do not have said presentation to give in less than 24 hours which I haven’t even started.
Any and all ideas are welcome and will be rewarded (I’m not yet sure how, but rest assured they will be).
Yours always,
Matthew.
R.E.M should probably just go away. They’re around 10 years too late to release a new album and all they’ve been doing for the past few weeks is annoying the hell out of me on Spotify. Yes, I’ve noticed them and yes I am now talking about them but it sure as hell hasn’t made me want to buy the album, so it’s really not an effective advertisement.
Now get out of the way and let me listen to Rihanna.
Sophia this picture was actually taken in Paris.
(Source: sophiaconleche)
I’ve been out all evening, why wait until I get back in at gone 1am to do it? Sleeping with headphones in is getting tiresome.
It’s been a while; my life these past few weeks have been far too interesting for Tumblr (and yes I am being all I’ve-got-no-time-for-Tumblr) and so tonight I decided to rectify that. But unfortunately I’m well over hundreds upon hundreds of pictures and GIFs (where the fuck do these things even come from? I’ll throttle the person who made the first one) of the Oscars. Sorry, Tumblr, I’m so over it. Signing out, might be back tomorrow when it’ll all have died down a little bit more.
These are the things I have done today to avoid doing my essay, but now since there remain only 6 hours of free time between tonight and when this bitch is due I’m starting to get extremely anxious about the 233 words that I actually have written.
Also I’ve spent so much time in bed these last few days that my joints are all beginning to ache. Next stop, bed sores. HOT!
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Hello, sorry for not telling you but I’ve been in Berlin this week. I’ve just got back home and I already have post-holiday blues. I had a really good time discovering a new city and remembering what it’s like to be somewhere where you don’t understand a word they’re saying to you (it’s been many years since I’ve holidayed in a non-franco or anglophone country). But there were a few ‘turning points’ (à la History Boys) that really make me think and reflect.
Like homophobia-driven confrontations on the dance floor of a night club in a 21st century capital city. Excuse me?! I mean, in the middle of a Lebanese shopping centre or an Abu Dhabi business meeting this sort of behaviour wouldn’t be altogether unexpected, but is it really in Europe? Inversely, I understand also that seeing two guys necking one another on a night out isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but tolerance is the name of the game, or failing that just not behaving like a total savage.
Otherwise my impressions of Germany on my first ever visit were good. A French guide book I bought talked for pages and pages about the ‘coldness’ of the Germans, though I found the truth to be the polar opposite. I actually think the French could learn an awful lot from the Germans’ openness and hospitality. In fact the thing I enjoy the absolute most about travelling to different places and meeting new people is, as cliché as it may sound, seeing how much we all stand to learn from others. How to act, how to think, how to live. To drop the frustrating coincé and superior attitude of the French, the ignorance and pig-headedness of the English, in favour of a more German attitude. And I’m sure there are some that would do it better than the Germans, so I would love to find that place and learn even more.
Anyway, I’m all alone in my flat since I flew back a day earlier than all my friends due to work commitments. Yes, the post-holiday blues have been brought on much quicker all thanks to the fact that tomorrow morning I have to get myself out of bed to go to work like an idiot for 12 hours for the most horrible man in Paris who is always happy to count the till at the end of the night but has never to date thought about the benefits of thanking the staff that make him the very wealthy and odious man that he is.
He too has a lot to learn.
It makes me laugh when people mis-pronounce the word pronunciation.
Some well-needed distraction from this essay while I went to get a drink. If you can’t read the French then just read the bottom two lines.
“I got married, I came out publicly. But I had to, you know? I mean it was like gays can get married, yay! Prop 8, I’m a second-class citizen, what the fuck?! As a black woman, I’m really low on the chain, but as a GAY black woman, I’m even lower! There are so many things I’ve had to do as a gay person that I don’t have to do as a black person. I didn’t have to come out black to my parents. Can you imagine that? ‘Mom, Dad, I need to talk to you about something. I just want to tell you, I’m black.’ ‘What?!’ ‘I’m black, that’s just the way it is.’ ‘Oh Lord, oh, anything but black! Give her cancer Lord! Anything but black! You know what, you’ve been hanging around black people too much. And they got you thinking you black.’ ‘No Ma, it’s just the way I am, I was born this way.’ ‘Oh, don’t give me that! The bible says Adam and Eve, not Adam and Mary J. Blige!’ ‘I’m sorry, It’s just how I am.’ ‘What did I do? What did I do? I let you watch Soul Train! Was it Soul Train?’ ‘No Ma, it wasn’t Soul Train…’” —
Wanda Sykes (via lgbtlaughs)
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Wanda Sykes, queen of fucking everything.
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This is reblogged for the Mary J. Blie gag.
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It’s pretty depressing when your first thought in the morning is “I cannot believe some of the things I wake up next to,” and it’s not in reference to someone you met at a bar the night before, but instead a lampshade and 4 giant English anthology books.
Every morning I wake up and realise I’ve just spent yet another night with my laptop, phone and glasses for company. Occasionally I find old cereal bowls or plates too.
Bored stiff again at work. Today I’m hungover, spotty, beardy and ill. I’d rather be anywhere else than here (but preferably back in bed).