1993

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Links to watch all episodes of Staged:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1JKp-3VrWt640rdmtQoxJhJZ0vDDDLAPQ?usp=sharing

https://yadi.sk/d/xrPutVhwiC7nvQ

Dear stans, don’t get your knickers in a twist if these are your links. These were provided by someone not in your clique and IDGAF if they ARE your links. I’m not gonna watch this crap anyway, I’m just posting for the people who actually want to. 

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It’s 2:37 p.m., June 23rd, 2011, and I’m Stevie Nunez. I’m 16 years old, a Honor Roll student, Secretary of the award winning Cumberland Hills Chamber Choir, President of the Cumberland Hills Drama Club, member of the National Honors Society, and soon to be corpse.

This is my last message. My final transmission.

Yes, you heard me correctly. I’m trapped in a walk in freezer. I’m pretty sure I’m going to freeze to death surrounded by slimy chicken thighs and other assorted meat byproducts. I’m going to haunt the CRAP out of this KFC. I’ll be a poltergeist. A poultrygeist, so to speak.

I’m two hours and thirty seven minutes into my first shift at my first job ever. An illustrious position at the combination KFC/Taco Bell. I don’t have my driver’s license yet. I have my permit, but I backed into my mailbox the first time my dad ever took me out driving and I don’t think he’s going to go with me ever again. Part of the reason I took this job was to, you know, pay him back--and also because I could ride my bike to it.

My trainer’s name is Kevin. He smells like cigarettes and skunk. I wonder if he got sprayed on his way to work or something? I think we may have a skunk problem at this restaurant because every time someone opens the back door to take a smoke break they come out reeking of it.

It’s been..a rough two hours. Part of my job is to take the slithery, raw chicken breasts, and coat them in batter and spices before plunking them in the fryer. My first twenty minutes, I managed to drop three pieces of chicken on the floor, burn myself twice, and got scared when the fryer started spitting hot oil all over the place. Kevin got so frustrated he asked me to go into the walk-n and grab some breasts so he could get caught up on orders.

The walk-in was propped open by a pickle bucket. When I entered, I accidentally kicked it, and the door swung, locking me inside. Anyway, I’m a good kid. I try to do everything right. I study, I don’t party, I don’t use Snapchat. Boyfriends, girlfriends, whatever--are a distraction. I don’t really know who I want to be or where I want to go, but I want to get out of here. I want to do something that matters, make an indelible mark on this sick world. Maybe discover the cure for a disease, or help sick animals. I don’t know what I want to do yet, but I would really prefer that I get out of this walk in freezer.

But if that is my fate--if I must perish in this tundra--please, establish a scholarship in my name. Petition OSHA to require every walk in freezer have an escape hatch. Don’t let my legacy be ‘the kid who froze in the walk in freezer at a KFC that’s been shut down by the Health Department four times.’

I suppose I could try yelling for help. But I don’t want to be known as the “kid who got locked in the walk-in freezer” for the rest of my employment here. God, what am I going to do?

Wait. I wonder.

Huh. you don’t pull it to open it from the inside…you push it.

I’m free.

Nice.

So, this is kinda embarrassing. I’m just going to go ahead and delete voice memo this from my phone. Or maybe I should keep it. Maybe some day, when I’m a famous doctor who also stars on Broadway and I sit down to write my memoirs, this brush with death will prove a uniquely formative moment in my life.

Or maybe it will just give me Salmonella. Can you get contact salmonella? Oh my god--

KEVIN:

OS.

HURRY UP, KID!

LIGHTS.

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i've never been to the southern us i get all my information from tennessee williams plays

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Being a bi guy quite possibly the funniest sexuality like dammmnnnn I know who John Waters is and jerk it to twinks in panties but I got a coffee date with Hetero Jessica from work at 3 thats her name heteroooo jessica thats her name folks thats what we call her hertero jessica

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꩜ Sleeper Awake: Paik’s iconoclastic TV Bed (1972-1991) ➤

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little bit from a longer piece of mine ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

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— Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across

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One of my all-time favourite gifs.

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It’s either be yourself or pee yourself dude

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Walk with me...We'll figure out where we're going later

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A Mongolian first-grader with a Mickey Mouse backpack walks home from school, against the backdrop of the Altai mountains. Photo by Andrew Cullen.

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You know what's more existential than philosophy? Typing out a word, having that red squiggly line appear, questioning if you actually know how to spell, realize you DID spell it right, then wondering why tf the program thought it wasn't a word.

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propaganda a lot of y’all should fall for:

whispering “thanku” to your tea or coffee before the first sip.

telling your friends you love them when they least expect it. especially then.

googling “what kind of flower blooms twice” at 3 a.m. to feel hopeful again

deleting apps every two weeks and calling it a spiritual reset.

naming your plants like they’re ur friends. apologizing when you forget to water them.

believing ur younger self would still think you’re cool. even on your worst days.

using perfume before bed. for no one. for you.

making eye contact with yourself in the mirror when you cry. giving the pain an audience.

taking selfies when you feel awful. proof you existed even when the light wasn’t flattering :-)

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Good morning, you have to be the thing that saves you

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“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it