The big toe of my left foot looks retarded, thanks to Sally (I almost typed Ophelia, and I should really stop calling Sally Ophelia). She gets very pissed off if she catches you picking up poop from her litter box, so I shut the bathroom door tightly when I do it. This morning, the plastic bag I used had a hole, so it turned into a big mess, which I had to clean... Of course, Sally was waiting right outside the door as usual, and in order to not step on her (she likes to jump on legs), I did this stupid jump-like thingy and banged my foot on the corner of the wall. I don't know why I felt the need to share this in this much detail, but OUCH.

I've been continuing to write the story that I've posted about a while ago. I'm pretty content with the story itself and all (never can be perfectly happy with it 'cos ANY writing can be so much better than it is), but the problem is ME. I've noticed I've written like a term paper. EW. Yeah, EW. I blame work.

So that's what happened on my boring Saturday. How was yours?

ETA: Update for dreamxobscene-- A mi me gusta escribir y las peliculas. Me encanta JuJu. ¿Me da dos kilos de manzanas por favor? He hasn't even taught me the most important yet, and I keep forgetting to ask... HOW THE FUCK DOES ONE SAY, "I MISS YOU?"