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Hair.
Sorry, I'm pretty excited about it. I've been dyeing it for years, but never so radically, and I've never bleached first. It looked pretty pink last night (there's a picture on GoS of what I mean), but when I woke up this morning afternoon, it was bright eyehurting red, which is what I wanted. I can't stop staring at it. My parents are genteelly horrified. My sister compared me to Ronald McDonald, though I fail to see the clown aspect. And the afro.
Also, I've arbitrarily been working on Body Shop content instead of objects:
My love for old keys is almost a fetish, so of course I went totally overboard, did a ton of these, and then decided they belonged on four other meshes too. I have to fix one after seeing it ingame, but these will likely show up on GoS today or tomorrow.
More also, my wrists kill again. Carpal tunnel? Perhaps. Scary thought.
Edit: Chomping at the bit to say something bitchy here. Something like 'We tend to get upset when people do nothing but ask for shit, disregard our rules repeatedly, and then have the temerity to tell us we're getting mad over nothing.' I'm trying to be good. Promise.
Also, I've arbitrarily been working on Body Shop content instead of objects:
My love for old keys is almost a fetish, so of course I went totally overboard, did a ton of these, and then decided they belonged on four other meshes too. I have to fix one after seeing it ingame, but these will likely show up on GoS today or tomorrow.
More also, my wrists kill again. Carpal tunnel? Perhaps. Scary thought.
Edit: Chomping at the bit to say something bitchy here. Something like 'We tend to get upset when people do nothing but ask for shit, disregard our rules repeatedly, and then have the temerity to tell us we're getting mad over nothing.' I'm trying to be good. Promise.