I have yet to eat dinner. But I'm not complaining. I ate 3 donuts this afternoon. I don't even like donuts.
Apparently, according to a hamster product company, you can in fact potty-train your hamster. To use a litter pan. I think that mine would sleep in it. He doesn't seem to take too much offence to his own bodily wastes.
My brother neglected to clean his hamsster's cage for 3 weeks, and some of the seeds in the food took root and grew. So the hamster had his own little grass garden.
Sometimes I want neon green eyes. Sometimes I wish that the right person would say something. It's usually the right thing from people who aren't right.
Fuck. I'm not right.
I like bread. My mom has a record called 'the Best of Bread'.
Posted by Maleta at 9:01 p.m.