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There’s no such thing.

There’s no such thing as privacy. We’re living in a scary future world, scarier than anything we could have dreamed up in the past, any fictional futuristic dreamland - reality is horrible.

We take cell phone pictures and immediately upload it to instagram or Facebook, pictures of strangers that look funny or fat or not like you. Everyone else is your entertainment. Nobody is safe.

We’re branding ourselves, marketing, creating personas. Everyone is online, everyone is cashing in on SOMETHING.

There’s too much information. I can’t even articulate how much I hate it.

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Internet vacation.

I had you and it was stupid. I spent all day today catching up on what I missed for the 4 days I was Internet-less.
Never mind that my work is 90% online, I like all the mindless eye candy the Internet provides. And I like all the legitimate information too. I missed tumblr and instagram most of all! I did not miss gmail and Facebook.
So anyway, I’m back. Yay!

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I can’t even describe how tired I am of seeing dudes across the Internet taking it upon themselves to join the Steve Harvey Apprenticeship Program. Oh, you haven’t heard of that? That’s the program in which by virtue of nothing more than their penises, men get up on their Social Media Soapboxes and dictate to all women far and wide within the reaches of their status update, what clothes they should or should not wear, what makeup they should or should not wear, how they should or should not wear their hair, how they should or should not talk, walk and have sex… …Well, I’m here to tell you wannabes…STFU. Shut the ENTIRE f*ck up. Nobody asked you. Really. None of us can construct a f*ck to give about your opinions about anything to do with us. You’re out of line and doing way too much and not enough, all at the same time…

“Well, I’m here to tell you wannabes…STFU. Shut the ENTIRE f*ck up. Nobody asked you. Really. None of us can construct a f*ck to give about your opinions about anything to do with us.”

LOVE. THIS.

“Everybody Wanna Be Steve Harvey, But Don’t Nobody Wanna Wear The Suit! (via blaqadence)

I CAN’T CONSTRUCT A SINGLE FUCK!

XOXOXO

(via wilwheaton)

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dreaming about spiders, flowers and tumblr people.

in this dream i was cutting roses to go in this weird bud vase, it had individual vase stems and it was all one unit, you know what I mean? 

so one of the roses i was trimming had a spider web growing across it and we stopped and just watched it spin it’s web for a minute then i knocked it into the floor and stomped it. my dad (who died a few years ago) walked into my kitchen and said “well don’t just leave it there!” (which is what i always here when i have to kill a bug or drop something in the floor, he’s the voice in my head telling me to clean shit up. if i drop a dish towel on the floor and hang it back on the oven i hear him saying “sheww!” because that would have freaked him out. once something hits the floor, it’s filthy.)

i said “i wasn’t, i’m picking it up!” 

meanwhile one of YOU people, you’re just making this delicious vegetarian feast on the wrong side of my kitchen where my stove isn’t, it’s the only part my brain got wrong. 

usually my dreams aren’t exactly a regurgitated mess of what i did that day but this one was exactly.

i just cut roses from one of my bushes and brought them in the other day.

i woke up in the middle of the night for a pee break and stopped in the kitchen for a drink and killed a spider that was not supposed to be in my house.

i heard my dad’s voice (don’t leave it there!) so he and the spider and the roses all came back in a dream.

the tumblr friend appeared BECAUSE she works with flowers but i don’t know why she was cooking and NOT sharing with me, btw. :(

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