I must not eat cookies everyday.
Because
I start
to look
like a tire.
Creamy Easter,
boredom on a plate,
yay,
so rarely I've got nothing to do.
I can't go out,
I'm sick of computer,
even don't paint.
[But I was painting yesterday and
it looks I did one of my bests.]
I left alone with my sister for a few days
who's being all glamour and cosmo lately,
have to eat a breakfast at my gran's place
this Sunday and it means to listen
"Hey, little, fatty"
[it's just like: call me Fatima.]
 toasted_toenail · Fri Mar 25, 2005 @ 07:46pm · 5 Comments |
