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Goddamit i hate this fucking post. I hate it because obviously if “twelve” followed the same pattern as the other teen numbers it wouldn’t be “twoteen” it would be “seconteen”. Think about it. It’s not “threeteen” it’s “thirteen” as in “third”. It’s not “fiveteen” it’s “fifteen” as in fifth. So with that in mind, you count “first, second, third, fourth, fifth,” and so on, so eleven would be “firsteen” and twelve would be “secondteen” or “seconteen”. “Firsteen, seconteen, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen….” It just drives me absolutely mad everytime i see this post that this obvious pattern was overlooked and i cant hold in my rage anymore.

improper-integral

datasoong47

Consider thirteen:thirty and fifteen:fifty instead. So, rather, it should be twenteen on the model of twenty

parksanddeserts

Completely agree with twenteen, and it shouldn’t be second but twenth.

the-haiku-bot

Completely agree

with twenteen, and it shouldn’t

be second but twenth.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

rebel-sqrrl

Aisha is so relatable, because I'm also canonically bisexual, but will forget to be attracted to women for extended periods of time if a boy who's kinda gay pays enough attention to me

rebel-sqrrl

Good news! I looked up a bunch of pictures of butch and futch women the other day, and have forgotten about men for a bit #feminism

rebel-sqrrl

Bad news, ladies! A hot guy at the grocery store said he liked my dress, and that I have pretty hair, so I'm straight again

rebel-sqrrl

I got gay again for a bit, but just now I thought too hard about men making out with each other and now I'm straight again. Sorry

rebel-sqrrl

Great news! I looked up some butch reference pics for drawing Sabah, and now I'm gay again

rebel-sqrrl

I'll try to stick it out this time 🫡

rebel-sqrrl

Sorry, the hot cashier was back at the grocery store. And he made a little kid real happy by saying he liked their hair 🥺And I'm ovulating. Thus: straight again

frogmoss1

me: *trying to take my socks off but they keep getting stuck on my heel* oh fuck. goddamnit.

the extractor fan in a bathroom in Norway that has an intrinsic link to my spirit: *momentarily whirs louder*

seven-oh-four

i saw someone licking their wound and felt really bad for them - that must taste awful! so i decided to do them a favor and add some salt in there

feyosha

FUCK OW SHIT

noah-luck-easterly

As others have pointed out, blood is already salty. It’s also got some good umami notes.

If you really want to liven up the flavor, try some lemon juice, the acidity will balance nicely and still sting like hell.

feyosha

THE FUCK

charaznablescanontoyota

words of wisdom from wikipedia this evening

ryannorth

much to consider

zoesupreme

jame7t

Im your favorite card you can place me face down and- hey. Dont give me that look. This isn’t a sex thing. [violently attacks you] it is about card games [hurts you badly]

reallyreallyreallytrying

that guy's ok... he pays me a tithe. that guy doesn't pay me a tithe - we don't see eye to eye. oh, here comes a big tither. love this guy

qqchurch

artandbeauty71

my moots' hyperfixations are my hyperfixations-in-law btw

inkskinned

Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.

I’m not worth the cost of a watch.

inkskinned

i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.

we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.