the writer ((TRUDY)) i'm just a plus-sized anti-social bum/loser who have always been wishing for the ability to fart my fats away and to be stick thin which is unfortunately, highly impossible. ultimately, i'm perfectly imperfect. yesterday May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 March 2009 holler you're the missing piece i need, the song inside of me. i gotta find you. i need to find you.  
your scent is like a drug to me.like my own personal brand of heroin. i'll be back so soon, you won't have time to miss me. look after my heart - i've left it with you.      |
Saturday, December 20, 2008 @ 10:09 AM
@#$%! yours truly has fallen sick again.
it started off with a mighty sorethroat. then came the irritating flu bug. a day later, mr cough came along. yesterday. i was being hit by the fever king. and my useless stomach was churning the whole day and it hurt. the doctor said that the stupid viruses travelled from my throat down to my tummy. which developed some gastric flu. omg. i'm feeling damn pathetic. and i feel bad for cancelling the pre-planned outings with the girls. ): i'll make it up once i'm better! oh. and i'm feeling sad too. cos it feels as though the holidays are coming to an end soon. and my superEMO days are nearing. ): |