Delicous and cute, fun and with sweetness. Don't be cruel to me, have fluff and be sugar-tastic like cheese pastry or dog biscuits. When the people you love disappear and call you stupid what do you do? Eat sugary substances and get into bed. Reminisce about the old days when you were cuter, more appealing and attractive to the opposite sex. What I want to know is why do wrinkles and pot bellies equal the need to stay indoors? No fair. I am lackluster, lacking in desire to propel myself into public. I am ashamed of my denim shaggy outfits and porscine torso swells.
I will be ok, no worries. (Just in case). I am excited about the future and grilled meats, twirling neck swivels and pecans embedded in wheat-based doughy.
Il pleut. Mais je suis bonne nuit et avec le choux. This is what my throat looks like. My glands are swollen.