Cool artists, fantastic stories, scans of red lips, Kids with Candy has launched their website and I feel like they’ve been around forever. I want you to go visit them. Go visit them and tell them how much you love them. And don’t forget to check out the exclusive etcetcsomething column written by yours truly. And then… THEN check out the wonderful Yoje Ho. The artist who brought my mindless gibberish to life.
Then listen to this song:
You have a lot to do… I suggest you get started.
Everything about Debrahlee Lorenzana is hot. Even her name sizzles. At five-foot-six and 125 pounds, with soft eyes and flawless bronze skin, she is J.Lo curves meets Jessica Simpson rack meets Audrey Hepburn elegance—a head-turning beauty.
In many ways, the story of her life has been about getting attention from men—both the wanted and the unwanted kind. But when she got fired last summer from her job as a banker at a Citibank branch in Midtown—her bosses cited her work performance—she got even hotter. She sued Citigroup, claiming that she was fired solely because her bosses thought she was too hot.
This is the way Debbie Lorenzana tells it: Her bosses told her they couldn’t concentrate on their work because her appearance was too distracting. They ordered her to stop wearing turtlenecks. She was also forbidden to wear pencil skirts, three-inch heels, or fitted business suits. Lorenzana, a 33-year-old single mom, pointed out female colleagues whose clothing was far more revealing than hers: “They said their body shapes were different from mine, and I drew too much attention,” she says.
I’d have to agree here personally. If I had to sit around all day ignoring this woman out of spite (as I do) I wouldn’t really get much work done.
Source (4 page article about god knows what. Quite frankly I didn’t make it that far)
I don’t know who you are. I don’t know where you came from nor do I know your name. But I think you’re a piece of shit. Yet again I had my TDBank account locked because I couldn’t remember the answer to my own security question. Yet again I have to call that 800 number to get the account unlocked. Tomorrow, because of you, I will spend 10 – 15 minutes doing something that I don’t feel like doing. Tomorrow, because of you, I will spend 10 – 15 minutes thinking of ways to track you down so I can find you and spit at you square in the goddamn mouth.
Fact of the matter is, I change my mind daily. I only have three constants: I will always have been born in the same place, my favorite movie will always be Eternal Sunshine and my mom’s maiden name will remain unchanged. But who the fuck told you it was a good idea to ask me the name of my pet or name of my first girlfriend. Yea I’ll fucking spell “Onedia White” correctly every time yea ok fuck you.
And yea go ahead, ask me my pets name because I’ll always remember the name of the pet I just so happened to have when I first answered the question however long ago.
Is it mystery? No
Is it gypsy? No not that either
Maybe I signed up when… wait. Maybe its chompers? No. Did I even spell that right? I don’t know. Apparently not.
What else could it be, what the fuck? Oh yea: I don’t FFFFUCKING remember.
I know you meant well but the world is filled with bad ideas and there was no reason for you to add on yet another one in such a big way. I can’t help but think of the selfishness of it all. I’m sure your boss at the time was talking about new and exciting ideas. Perhaps you were his go to guy. And this… this is what you came up with. I’m sure you were showered with praise but at what cost? The amount of grief you’ve caused globally can be only be categorized as overtly and unfathomably uncalled for.
My biggest fear is that you aren’t even aware of this. All you see is the widespread usage of the practice and you consider this some sort of victory. I’m sure it’s on your resume and I’m sure you’ve unknowingly thrown away many a job opportunity as a result because who would want to work with someone capable of such a thing? I wouldn’t. He wouldn’t:
We all have a personal responsibility to stop ourselves. Many of us don’t have that group of people around who prevent us from doing things that most would consider “silly”. This is why I dont wear v-necks. But you… you weren’t stopped. Everyone around you signed off on this idea with their pen’s of ignorance and lack of understanding about the awful nature of what you were trying to do. The unrelenting hell storm of “ah jeeze” you were to unleash upon the world.
Through all this, I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. While messing around with these impossible questions, I often find myself wondering if this was some small joke that accidentally went global. Perhaps this was some april fools joke meant for your circle of friends. Perhaps you were trying to find various ways of blatantly wasting their time, I don’t know. I’m forced to believe in humanity at times and I can’t for the life of me imagine someone sitting down and coming up with these questions as some sort of legit form of security.
Now
I want you to understand just where this is coming from. I’d hate for you to read this thinking that I’m being irrational or overly dramatic. Maybe I am, but I’m mostly not. Thing is, I have but one rule when it comes to dealing with people. Stab me in the back, betray me, praise me but while your doing it DON’T WASTE MY TIME. I feel that time wasters are amongst the worst individuals on this planet. While they rest of us are on the move, time wasters hold us back with their insignificant schwashbongling. It’s unfair to the rest of us.
And you…
are the worst of them all.
I pray that this letter finds you well. I pray that it will help you learn the error of your ways. I pray even more, that it will stop you from concocting your next debacle. I feel that none of these thing will happen though. I’d simply ask you “why?” but I fear not even you would remember the answer to that question.
And therein lies the rub
Yours always,
SMSG
