Tonight I broke the sewing machine. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with it, there is a sound like gears grinding coming from behind the bobbin and it doesn't seem to want to sew. However, I assure you that I was attempting something mildly creative when I fucked it up. Also tonight, something else got cut up and prepared for being sewn back together. I would take pictures but they would be ugly.
The judgmental cat included with the post is called Oreo. I feel the need to mention that a nine-year-old named him and she had a theme going, all her pets were named after snacks.
