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.      |
Sunday, January 18, 2009 @ 9:03 AM
BANG! was over at my grandaunt's place yesterday making cookies with mom and melba.
check out the pretty flower cookies, specially made for chinese new year. (:  by the time it ended, i felt like a walking cookie. super overdose! O_O AND... i still smell like butter... okay. time for me to get down to work. since i did like practically nothing yesterday. |
