badfeel. bad feeling. feeling bad.

last batch. my reclaim bucket is empty now ): but i can always make more. i can always make more.

they should make another command and conquer renegade

BRAIN GENIUS www.instagram.com/reel/DQpTtAL...

gasping for air as i lean back from a big 3lb pull on the wheel. forgot to breathe again. also gasping because i'm too sick to breathe.

my hatred of handled cups and fixation on throwing thin walls has come back to bite me in how quickly my cups heat up while i transport them from kitchen to couch/computer desk. drat.

i can’t wait to smash* the fuck out of these ikea bowls and plates i’ve been using when i have at least one set of my own handmade dinner ware. I should try plates next but they take up so much kiln space i’d feel guilty about pushing out other pieces at the studio kiln. lol *donate to good will

whoops. i left my front door wide open all night.

HEAD HURT

watched a frozen pond glaze tutorial on youtube and felt like i was having a fever dream with how often the (very cheerful and entertaining) lady said running hot chowder. running hot chowder running hot chowder running hot chowder running hot chowder running hot chowder running hot chowder running

one of my most deeply held beliefs is that the hardest part about throwing on the wheel is remembering to breathe.

we get it. the sky is colorful where you live. enough already.

what should i do

bowl of spicy rice treat? for me? why thank you, me

i don’t wanna be sick anymore. i mean i’m fine it’s just. i mean. aaaaa.

do i have to put on outside clothes to go to the pharmacy for my brain medicine

listening to a single topic episode of a podcast, yelling GET ON WITH IT as i mash the skip 30 seconds button. i don’t care if you got food poisoning in edinburgh, it’s 13 minutes of 30 and you still haven’t gotten to the point!!

noo not long enough. no. sleep more. why wake now

eventually this balloon that’s been inflating inside my sinuses over the past 3 days is going to rupture my skull and i hope it happens soon.

i haven’t used instagram in years. what the hell happened to it? there’s so much Suggested screen clutter and SO many ads and other shit injected into every screen that i never want to see. i followed these accounts and not those other accounts on purpose.

hello @skuttkilns.bsky.social i’m reaching out to offer you the incredible opportunity to sponsor my ceramics career by giving me a free 818 kiln. the world is your oyster when i have a kiln. i can do ??? for your brand image. the possibilities are technically endless. dm for my shipping address tia

jfc. no.

my laptop keeps trying to open the passwords app on its own. stop it. the vault is locked. enter your password. no. i don’t want to do that right now.

my sleep schedule is fucked.

10pm pot stickers?

why sugar coat the flu medicine if you're supposed to swallow it

they should invent thc patches i can slap on my arm and stay lit at a low but effective level all day

hey instagram i don't want to watch thirst trap titty videos that also include pottery. i want to see pottery. how do i see non-sexualized pottery posts? if i want to see porn (i don't) i can go find porn on my own (i won't). i want to see normal regular style pottery. not titty videos. thank you.

i love chopping a bunch of jalapenos and then touching my eyes and nose. i do it on purpose every time. i do this to myself intentionally. definitely not out of bone headed negligence over and over.

i dislike when the ceramic casualties account posts things that aren't ceramic casualties. if i wanted to see someone show off a thing they successfully made i'd go somewhere else. i'm here at ceramic casualties because i want to watch pots fucking die.

you didn’t get approval for my refill, walgreens? i need to contact my prescriber, walgreens? eat my shit and die, walgreens

lol @oracle.posters.rip gave me the worst, possibly most inappropriate cause of death label. i'm not even registered to vote anymore.

escape from duckov is an entertaining enough little run-around-shoot-people game, but it and all its mods are untranslated chinese. every modded item is the most chinese word i've ever seen in my life and i have no idea what anything does. i can't screenshot and babelfish every item. it's fine.

ooh, that's a neat shape, i want to make one of those "so do it" do what? "make it." what "go to your wheel and make it." what do you mean

not only did i forget gallons of soup in my freezer, i forgot the pot stickers. i have pot stickers. i can eat pot stickers. soup and pot stickers. thaw faster soup.

one time i posted about how sick i was and some sex pervert replied asking for more details and photos of snot globs and look i think we need to reintroduce shame to sex and kink. too many people have taken it too far. you people need serious psychological help.

discovering anew the two gallons of soup i forgot i stored in the freezer. soup. i have soup for days. i don't need to cook a damn thing. thaw thaw thaw thaw thaw thaw THAW

sleeping much. want more. don’t want out bed

sokka doesn't earn any of this. nerd ass little shit

there is so much self loathing inside me eleven twelve

hey i remember that line. wait i remember that line a few times. wonder how long i've been watching this same episode.

i am bored

lmao. the (small piece of) gummy hasn't even kicked in yet. great sentence here

a few of the rims of my pots have kind of a roughened texture and whiter appearance from the claybody showing through, like the glaze ran and left too thin a layer there. i'm not sure what to do about that. double dip the very apex of the rim to give it a thicker application?

how is it already time to sign up for the next round of pottery classes? what the fuck. it hasn't been that long

gradually grinding away a patch of concrete next to my front door as i smooth the bottoms of my fired pots. i'm gonna have a hole there. what hole? oh, that? quail. the quail just peck away there for some reason. i don't know why. bird brains.

wish i could remember where i got this photo. instagram? here? love the concept. never mind i couldn’t find the photo. it was a mug with a series of holes around the base with some kind of (leather?) cord wrapped and woven throughout. it looked really cool. anyways.

now that was a sleep

how good would afrin be right now. oh. just one little squirt. clear up my sinuses. but no, the. i’d wake up in three hours with my airways so constricted i wouldn’t be able to breathe. then another squirt and another and it never ends. they should invent a nasal spray that doesn’t fuck you up

i think i hate that plums in the ice box poem more than nazis. i hate it so much.