Sep 18, 2025
storytime: once when i was in the 11th grade my school hosted an art & music crawl that i was a part of the orchestra for. i had maybe a 30 minute break before showtime, so i took some leftover clay from the studio, threw together a last-minute addition, and told absolutely nobody.
to this day, i still feel bad for my art teacher who not only had to figure out but actively explain with a straight face to several strangers what the hell a “squinky dan” was.