Well look at this rich chick here snorting her eggs and cocaine...
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It fuckin wouldn't be enough
Do we have a community for pictures where people look 14 or 40? This is peak child face and middle aged body language
Not sure about Lemmy but I think on Reddit it used to be called 13 or 30, not 14 or 40.
whats the painting?
After Breakfast by Elin Danielson-Gambogi
I like it, very timeless feel
I wake up almost 2 hours before I need to leave for work. Initially the idea was to jog or do yoga, but it turned into laying on the sofa and drinking coffee time. I love it.
the actual morning routine of successful people (both ends)
This girl doesn't even know the soul-deadening reality of a post-Excel world, where "work" is just staring at a screen for hours and moving bytes around as though it has any meaning whatsoever.
Computers are manacles for labor and wealth extraction for some Capitalist.
I read "post-Excel world" as a time frame after Excel existed and then existed no more. I was briefly filled with an inexplicable hope, shattered instantly when it sank in what you actually meant.
The real silver lining of a zombie apocalypse, global EMP war, alien invasion, etc. is that humanity very quickly realizes column and row data just doesn't fucking matter. The human condition deserves better than this hollow mimicry of work to which we're being conditioned.
God help me. I'm so tired. I need my sleep. I make no bones about it. I need eight hours a day, and at least ten at night...
-- Bill Hicks