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Oftentimes, looking back at different phases of my life, they are engulfed by specific albums. I can't really listen to those albums without getting hit with a strong swell of memories.

Do you know what you were listening to, the last summer you considered yourself "a kid"?

Can you hear it fading?

#yeah I know technically speaking the “Greatest Hits” album doesn't contain Landslide. Let's just say Bob got an illegally burned CD.#also consistent line size? I don't know her.#but look who finally figured out how to use the comic preset canvas on krita. It's me!#the three investigators #die drei fragezeichen #die drei ???#justus jonas #peter shaw #bob andrews #my art #pbj #Peter/Justus/Bob #pb+j

annabelle--cane

you know I think I WILL bet on myself for a change [is mysteriously losing dog shaped]

#ahhhhhhhhh #that's what the past few months have felt like #wuff wuff

lamaison

Legal Eagle asking "are you covered to have an open flame in the studio?" and a producer worriedly yelling "we're not!" as Ally goes to light a bong they filled with real whiskey is maybe the hardest I have ever laughed at an episode of Game Changer.

villainwithacrush

ijustsortedmyspicecabinet

the-muppet-joker

Looksmaxxing until I turn into Him

kaiserin-erzsebet

No summer travel is complete without getting screwed over by Deutsche Bahn.

karasuchanart

... Und die flüsternden Puppen. Oder: Der Auftritt der Spinne.

(hab mal wieder das Hörspiel gehört und die Szene ist immer noch lustig. Einfach so random ohne Zusammenhang die halbe Folge lang die Auseinandersetzung mit der Spinne, die dann auch noch zur Fallaufklärung beiträgt ˆˆ)

#pretty lighting. hilarious motion blur on the spider (it's a-coming!!!!!!!!!!!!)#also love peter in the background! That's alright buddy. Let your friends take care of it ;)

lamiafemme

You really start to understand that the “angry black woman” and “mean lesbian” stereotype only exists to shame us for the fact we get reasonably upset about people wanting to horrifically abuse us indiscriminately. Let’s get meaner !

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.

#very good writing #but ouch #yeah