Who needs tryptophan? I sleep like a champ.
TrudLife
Everyone's Favorite Pop Culture Puppy. Trud story, bro.
In girl world, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.
I’m a pumpkin. Duh.
It’s almost Halloween, motherfuckers.
Little girls dream of becoming princesses.
Princesses dream of becoming Trudy.
On Wednesdays, we wear PINK!
How beautiful it is to be loved by me. Just ask Scout.
Is there anything more shameful than a retaliatory bowel movement?
unacceptable
Marley wishes she could be Trudy, but she has some “issues.”
She can smell fear. And cupcakes.
Always be yourself.
Unless you can be Trudy.
Then be Trudy.
Sometimes I just wish there was more to my middle class suburban existence than instagramming photos of me pretending to be uber-popular on Facebook. Or drinking my daily venti soy latte from Starbucks. Or pinning things to Pinterest. I mean, when am I going to meet my Christian Grey, you know?
Oh, wait. You mean to tell me that he’s a superficially constructed sociopath whose overbearing stalkerishness is masquerading around as true love? And the only thing close to a twenty-something billionaire is Mark Zuckerberg? And it’s not even well written? Well seriously, fuck that.
