• I'm going to tell you the story of my coffee mug (technically a cup, but mug sounds cooler). My industrial sized coffee mug, as I call it.
  I made it in ceramics class a while ago (a month) for the sole purpose of supplying me my caffeine sustanance on the weekends. Now it's getting accustomed to being used every day, hence many caffeine rushes on my part.
  The glaze I put on it looked pink but it came out blue. Who would've thunk it.
  Since I made this mug, I decided to make another for my dear mother, however, none of said second children have turned out nearly as nice.
  
  I really should have put a handle on the silly thing, but I didn't and now I have to use oven mitts to carry it around. My bad.
  
  It's really filthy inside from having held so much tea and coffee over the past month. Everytime I look into it I think I really should clean you, but of course procastination gets the best of me and I find myself sipping yet another cup of tea and not washing the mug. One day I will, swear to god.

  The end. 

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