Blood, Guts, Chocolate Cake

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Georges Hobeika

Spring 2017 Couture

a love one reach longer, and another one.

Mao Asada - Manuel de Falla’s Ritual Fire Dance

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What could be the reason for one to keep going?

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I enter codes so that dudes with hammers can have help when they’re sick or old.

I break your electric stuff when you don’t want it no more.

I tap very loudly on my keyboard so insurance vendors can fight each other for big-ass client business.

Three different sets of people yell at me about three separate things they want implemented. I then yell at a different set of people to do what the other people want done. Then I travel to the place to make sure the people I yelled at did what I told them to so I don’t get yelled at again.

I make my money from a company who makes its money by taking the money earned by people who trust them with their money. I also run reports on who makes more money and where they put it. Money.

I run a team that makes people online feel like they need to click things for information. I then force them to consume extra things that they don’t want. I also spend a lot of time trying to not piss off very rich public figures with giant egos. 

I use computers and mathematical equations that don’t make any sense to figure out how few people are needed to do a job so as little money is spent as possible

[♫ that’s the technology-being-use-to-exploit-workers-under-the-guise-of-efficiency raaaaagggg ♫]

I use my extensive knowledge of a particular product to put outdated system admins out of work

[♫ that’s the i’m-going-to-be-the-first-against-the-wall-when-the-proletariat-rises raaaaaag ♫]

(sorry for ripping you off david)

(sorry not sorry)

I encourage adults who act like children to act like adults.

I try to make online services make sense to mostly men who sell things really fast (currebt project).

I tell people where books are.

I make sure the machines that give off particles that might give you cancer give off the right amount of particles. Also I know how magnets work?

I put dirty books and movies/CDs into piles. If they are very dirty or broken, I put them in a special pile of shame. I’m in grad school so I can take the piles of dirty books and give them to other people.

People who are bad with computers call me.

I stalk the wealthy. 

I am a kept woman.

I go around outside looking for garbage. When I find interesting garbage, I mark it on a map, put it in tiny bags, and dig holes around it, hoping for more.

I type on a keyboard because people can’t make up their minds or because other departments have made a mistake. I also call other companies or our customers because of delays.

I pretend to be nice to people while they yell at me to bring them stuff and make sure their bacon is crispy