angela-lammy

[angela-lammy]

[angela-lammy]

i hope the ‘why you always lyin’ guy is having a good day

[angela-lammy]

so i work at lush and the most famous person i’ve served so far is adele. one day i’m just standing there moving some bubble bars and pretending to look busy when suddenly this lady comes in with her child. i think “she looks like adele if adele didn’t wear make up” whilst i go over to greet her. she asks me what a bath bomb is. i think “hmm, she is very unexpectedly cockney, like adele.” halfway through my description of bath bombs i realise holy fuck it’s actually adele, and i end up saying “so these are bath bombs, you drop them in the water mnnnnnnand theychangecolour n fizz…..do stuff……..” and i think she realises i suddenly know who she is because she gently but firmly tells her son to pick a bomb. she gets some for herself as well. i put her through the till and i realise she looks very tired, so i don’t want to bother her, but holy fucking shit this is adele. i’ve ugly cried so many times while warbling her beautiful songs. she’s unwittingly been there through some bad times for me. i want to say something but i’m not sure what, so i fixate on her bright woolly vest and blurt out “i like your vest!” and she immediately replies, very chipper, “aw fanks it makes me look like a rare bird!” she departs and i stand there shaking while i whisper to my colleague that that was adele. this reaches the back of the shop where a birthday party for a bunch of 14 year olds is going on and my 19 year old colleague just shrieks “WHAT” at the top of his voice. all the girls clamour asking if we have security cameras to prove it actually was her and i’m like, the proof is that i have suddenly become 10 times emotionally stronger after being in her presence. i have absorbed her self love and all of my exes have crumbled into dust, dissolving away like the bath bomb she’ll be using later on that very night

[angela-lammy]

if you tell him the name of ur fav song ever and he doesn’t go home and listen to it, he isn’t The One

[angela-lammy]

[angela-lammy]

Things That Happened On My First Day At Target

-Sold lingerie to an eighty year old woman

-Got a free salted caramel frappacino from the suspectedly gay barista, Parker

-Sold a bra to the mom of a sixteen year old girl who was cringing the entire time

-Had a very engaging conversation with a three year old boy about colors. We both like blue.

-Served an old woman who I thought had an impressive mustache, but it was just nose hair

-Watched her and two other women with her get trapped between two sets of automatic doors because they did not understand how to open them. How they got through the first set, I still do not know.

-Sold fifteen gallons of kitty litter to a soccer mom who refused to break eye contact

-Got a second free starbucks drink. This one was a pumpkin pie one that wasn’t even on the menu. I like this barista man.

-Gave dozens of children stickers. Several of them squealed when they got them. This is the best part of my job.

-Sold an old man $200 of furniture and got him to sign up for a Target credit card. Before he finished the last step, he turned and walked away with his cart without a word.

-He still hadn’t paid. I called him back and he apologized, saying “sorry, sometimes my diabetes makes me do that.” He didn’t finish getting the card.

-A woman came up with $220 of items. After a wad of coupons and a stack of free gift cards from other promotions, her total went down to $55. I want her to teach me. 

-Saw a girl skipping down the aisle in what can only be described as a pink princess fairy wedding dress. She was filled with happiness and if I hadn’t been on the clock I would have taken her. At the very least, I want that outfit for my own.

-Got approached by a large man named Jason. He told me not to steal. I will take this advice to heart. 

-Met a woman referred to only as The Cat Lady. She asked if I wanted her to buy me a keychain from Ross. I told her I had no keys. She nodded solemnly and walked away, whispering their exact location inside Ross, just in case.

-Got called into the HR Head’s office at the end of my shift. I was expecting to be yelled at for some reason. She and another lead showered me in compliments for ten minutes straight, saying a lot of managers had been saying great things about me all day. Not what I expected, but I’ll take it.

[angela-lammy]

“Lilo and Stitch” 2002

Deleted Scene

Lilo plays a trick on the tourists.

[angela-lammy]

[angela-lammy]

i would sleep so much better with your arms wrapped around me

[angela-lammy]

[angela-lammy]

have you ever just cried because you’re you

[angela-lammy]

So I found out about this store (ran by an older white woman, which is important because I’m a young Black woman, and young Black entrepreneurs are always especially stolen from) because she accidentally followed my personal assistants Instagram. 

They’re blatantly copying my stuff (mine on the left Foxie Cosmetics, theirs copies on the right Shine Happy Life) and it doesn’t even stop with what’s shown here. They copy everything from trying to match up ingredients, descriptions and the actual name of the products. I’ve had this stuff from the beginning and theirs are new. It’s clear that she sits on my site copying my things from my store and others. 

DO NOT SUPPORT THEFT. It’s one thing to be inspired and create something new, but it’s another to straight up copy, and with no shame ESPECIALLY as a small business. Especially as a white woman stealing from, and trying to ride the success of a Black woman. I make everything and do everything myself and I work hard on these vegan recipes and the research, and don’t appreciate her copying at all. 

This is a thing that happens in the cosmetics, ect. world, but it doesn’t have to be accepted, and I won’t be the one to do that when it comes to my hard work.

[angela-lammy]

[angela-lammy]

[angela-lammy]

I was doodling smol birbs and ended up with a birb that looks like it’s having an existential crisis

[angela-lammy]

[angela-lammy]

every time someone send you hate, send them this back