oo.. two entries in one day. hell must be freezing over.

so, i've made a pair of hands out of clay. they are in a fist, with wrists and at the end of the wrists is a bone sticking out (i'm making zombie hands. mm, brains.) and today i painted them all flesh tone-y. and now whenever i see them, i get wigged out because i think "why is there a pair of tiny chopped off hands sitting on my desk?"

its sad. and funny. but mostly sad.

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speaking of sad, why do people always stop talking to me? that's sad. i'm not talking about like alice who i've known for 16 years, but like other people who i'll be talking to and we seem to get along, but then they stop talking to me and i end up getting a bit sad because it feels like i suck.