I lied about my weight on my poetic license.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
When I was sick, my mom would make me toast. And she would always put a little too much butter, and too much jelly. And I don't like too much jelly. But it always tasted like love. And it was always the best toast I'd ever had. And it always made me feel better.