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They forced me to go back to the kitchen for $15/hr. Which is what I was making in goddamn 2020. I told them I'd prefer $16+ and they said they'll assess me at 3 months. It's an incredibly slow job that I could do by myself, but they routinely have 3-4 people back there. I could go make $100 for the day and have to stand and pretend I care about this one guy's apartment problems, or I could go do Instacart and make like $150 today.

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I have pakij that should have been here Saturday and is not. So I go hunting down the tracking info and tell me why the postal service is lying? I live in an apartment. There's a package room. Yet they've marked it "unable to deliver" for Saturday and Sunday (despite it not being something that would go out on a Sunday because it's not from Amazon!). Like, girl. Why you lying? You already smoke in the truck when that's not allowed. And now you're marking my goddamn shoes as "unable to deliver" on days where you shouldn't even have them on your truck. I don't have shoes right now. They broke. Please just give me my child's Converse and let me go to the gym again!!

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One thing most people don't realize about Gazebos is how bloodthirsty they used to be until the 1930s or so. It used to be that in order to appease your average small town gazebo you had to feed it 4-5 marching bands a year, or roughly 2 dozen barbershop groups. Noawadays? Throw it a steely dan cover act every 6 months, maybe a bridal party every few years if you're actively trying to court its favor, and you're pretty much in the clear. And the crazy thing is nobody knows why they calmed down, or that their appetite for flesh won't return to its 19th century heights one day. It's actually an increasingly popular theory among modern Gazebo researchers that we're at the tail end of a period of dormancy and it's only a matter of time until they start howling for blood again. And if/when that does happen there's the question of whether our modern zeeb-keepers are really ready for the task of booking enough sacrificial acts to meet that increased demand. Guild policy has gotten lax in the century since the heyday of Dark Pavillionism and a lot of local keepers refuse to even look at newer research that threatens to upset their status quo. Kind of scary to think about

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I had so many wasps in my mail truck today, and I was so brave about it 🫡

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Update from my Instagram. The face sums up my feelings right now. I'm very done with everything currently.

Selling at a Beltane market run by a queer black witch and her nonbinary girlfriend (their wording, not mine) in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, and I'm just waiting for people to show up with torches and pitchforks or some shit.

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Update from my Instagram. The face sums up my feelings right now. I'm very done with everything currently.

Selling at a Beltane market run by a queer black witch and her nonbinary girlfriend (their wording, not mine) in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, and I'm just waiting for people to show up with torches and pitchforks or some shit.

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So, imagine my surprise when I learn a fun fact about Beltane today.

I'm not pagan. I'm not even spiritual. I'm just one of those people who gives off witchy vibes and gets invited into pagan spaces a lot. I was invited here because my art fits the "witch" aesthetic.

So I'm just vibing, doing art and whatnot. Random guy I've never seen before starts talking to me, asks if I'm staying after the market for the ritual. I ask what ritual. I knew something was happening, but there were no details given to me.

It's an orgy.

He didn't outright say this. Just implied. It is then that I start to notice people bringing out pillows and blankets and shit. They're all going into the woods to fuck around a bonfire after the sun sets. I was informed it's not a strictly monogamous thing, if people don't want it to be.

So now I, the random asexual in the crowd, am planning my escape. I do not want to see any of these people nude. I do not want to hear them fucking in the distance. The second I smell that fire, I'm packing my shit and leaving. I don't care if I lose $200 in sales. I will yeet the fuck out. Hell, I'll leave my tent. I'll find a new one!

Why did no one tell me Beltane was the sex holiday???? As if I'm just supposed to know that 😭

Selling at a Beltane market run by a queer black witch and her nonbinary girlfriend (their wording, not mine) in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, and I'm just waiting for people to show up with torches and pitchforks or some shit.

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Congratulations! You are now a Magic-User!!

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A few booths over, there's this guy who's so supportive of his wife's art that I'm gonna cry. She's been doing most of the talking since it's her stuff, but she's taking a food break and he's upselling this shit to everyone. "My beautiful wife made this. Isn't it the best?" Real Maes Hughs energy. Need me a freak like this.

Selling at a Beltane market run by a queer black witch and her nonbinary girlfriend (their wording, not mine) in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, and I'm just waiting for people to show up with torches and pitchforks or some shit.

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They call me Mr. Peanut 'cause I p nuttin' on your dad's face

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There's another vendor here with the same voice (like, speaking pattern and everything) as Jason Bateman and I'm losing my mind. Trying so hard not to laugh.

Selling at a Beltane market run by a queer black witch and her nonbinary girlfriend (their wording, not mine) in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, and I'm just waiting for people to show up with torches and pitchforks or some shit.

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Selling at a Beltane market run by a queer black witch and her nonbinary girlfriend (their wording, not mine) in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, and I'm just waiting for people to show up with torches and pitchforks or some shit.

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Some new people just moved below me. Single dad and his like 7-8 year old daughter. And I've been trying to be ultra quiet, especially later at night, because it sucks being a kid and getting woken up at like 1am. But I'm sitting on my living room floor right now and can hear this man screaming at his kid, calling her stupid and useless because ???, and I will no longer be feeling bad if I'm loud. I will, however, be putting in a tip to DCS. If this guy has custody of his daughter, I know the mom was like 10x worse (because Tennessee doesn't like to place kids with their fathers), but I know from experience that being screamed at like that fucks you up permanently.

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My phone, as I imagine all do today, has "memories" and shit highlighted from my camera roll. They're almost always of my dead dog. Every time I see her in there, I feel sick. If it's a video that plays, I have to turn it off. Almost 7 months that she's been gone and I'm barely better than I was right after. I have to block her out or I'll lose my mind. I hate that I don't have the time to process everything.

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Babe, wake up. New Man Hook Hand Door Car Door just dropped