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Sugar kitties,

Ouch! It's all these damned mosquitoes. With all this buzzing about and blood-letting, you'd think I'd dropped into a circuit party. Pinch me, and tell me it's all a dream and that working out is the last refuge of the beautiful, but tragically needy. At least I have my dreams, although I am a bit shy on coherence. Luckily we two are so sympatico, you and I.

Bashful and content to merely sit in a corner? Maybe you just want to get to know me better. Well lamb's breath, cry over my childhood.

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O Lovely Lady,

It's been so long but alas the affair has ended and I now must attend to my social obligations.

Trudy, how do I get out of an invite without appearing rude. They are distasteful people. Vulgar politicions. And against everything like birth control and helping the less fortunate. I got rid of my Reagan red dress and pearls in the 20th century. It would be an awful bore.

I think that I will say I've gone off to Cuba to help Pope Pussycat. I can be by his side so he doesn't have to use that dreadful cane. It's so un-photogenic!


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I rejoice in your splendour,
Rococo Chanel

[Hmmm, I find a quick case of giardia might be in order. You don't have to really exhibit symptoms - a mere description will suffice - and it sounds vaguely infectious. Sad to hear about your red dress or perhaps not - they may have clashed with the papal slippers.... you know how difficult red can be. -T]


Dear Trudy,

I happened upon your website by chance. My wife wished to know if Trudy was a full name or a shortened version of one. She googled it and found out that it comes from Gertrude. Anyway, she did not close the page, and I simply had to see what your website was about, and dear lady you got me hooked. Your last posting is from 2006. Well madamme the earth has moved several times. Please return and give us more of what you have to offer to the cyberworld.

I simply love your writing.


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Best,
Iskander S.

[Oh, full I suppose. I've always had a hankerin' to be known as Trudilicious but perhaps that would have to be a stage name were I so inclined. I don't think I like it coming from Gertrude, a bit mannish for my desired perception. And lordy I hear you about 2006 - was there ever a better year? I yearn for time to devote to typing but alas those around me don't seem to have the same desires that I do. Any hints on how to rectify this? Oh, and if your wife pretty? -T]


Dear Trudy,

Yes Truds, I did graduate - and twice, for that matter. First from highschool and then from university. Not that it served me too well, with a degree in journalism (what with blogs and the Internet, free daily papers - no one buying broadsheet newspapers anymore!)...but I did spend several years as a travel writer, thanks in small part to my degree - mostly I like to think it was my youthful good looks and effervescence ;) Tired of living the high life with nothing to show for it (enjoying all the perks of travel writing, free flights, free hotel stays, tours...but on writer-wages i.e. nil), I left all of that behind me this past summer, to shack up with a diplomat and live in South America. My, how odd it is to wrap up what one has spent a decade doing in nary a paragraph...

Anyway, it's a nice life, to be sure; but sometimes in the wee small hours of the night, I wonder if this is, indeed, what truly makes me happy...certainly, it's nice not to work, and I have genuine affection for the man. But is he the love of my life? A part of me doubts it, and has always doubted it since we met two years ago. Still, I decided to move here and enjoy the high life - only I am realizing that the lifestyle doesn't come for free. ince
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Love and Kisses,
Mary berry bo berry

[Two matriculations... and a degree! Oh how your progenitors must have glown... glowed. But don't talk your degree down sweetness, everybody needs people who can write. More and more we have reduced our lives to "R U" and "GR8" and "lite", and I desperately long for expanded communication. I'm even considering enrolling in a catholic school pensmanship class but then again I've always been slightly drawn to the masochistic. Or would that be the sadist? You have the degrees you tell me! But I highly approve of your current situation. If you don't know it and I'm not sure that you do - you must spend an inordinate amount of time studying the song "Liasons", there is a version sung by Hermione Gingold that would be effective for this purpose. It could possibly be your third degree and most useful. I expect status reports! By the way, where exactly are you in South America or is that to be kept quiet due to the sensitive nature of your relationship? -T]


Dear Trudy,

Wow, I remember visiting your site more than 10 years ago when I was in highschool. I loved it then, for its escapist quality, and the surreal nature of your writing...and here I am, 27 years old and your site is still here! My how time has flown...


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Love and Kisses,
Mary mary bo berry

[Indeed it is still here much like a Timex watch, although I must admit I have been rather lax regarding input. I'm toying with a more traditional blog format but then I've been toying with that idea for 4 years. In the meantime, i've found twitter which suits my nature - oh the chagrin. But enough of me, let's discuss how lovely it is to see you again and have you visiting. I'm sure you'll notice things are pretty much the same and the only things you've really missed in 10 years is the number of terrible rude visitors who always seems to be barging in with some ulterior motive. I considered screens but I can't really say I'm a fan. Better to leave the door unlocked and keep a deterrent handy. For instance, a very protective German Shepherd dog. And you say you were in high school so now you have graduated once, twice possibly three times? The mind reels at all the fountain pens you must have received! Tell me more. -T]


Dear Trudy,

What is this?!?


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See you in purgatory,
(anonymous)

[It's all well and good for you to stand there accusingly. Really, you might just think about trying to blend in instead of making a spectacle, a rather sorry spectacle of yourself. I try so hard to be hospitable. Perhaps a few weeks in Paris might teach you some manners. -T]


Dear Trudy,

hi im trudy from nj


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Love and Kisses,
:)

[Gracious me. I think you're the first Trudy I've had from New Jersey. I'm not sure what that might mean. -T]


Dear Trudy,

I Want You I E G You YOu A RE The Most I Will A ppr oa ch Your Int elle ct Ple ase Likeb A Me rciful Sis ter LOVE COMPLE TELY I Am Free Right Now


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Love and Kisses,
MICHA E L A UTRY

[I think your space key has dropsy but I so appreciate your intent and will reward it in the future. -T]


Dear Trudy,

i want to have sex baby


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Lift me up sweet Jesus, I'm getting all wet,
tristen

[Just my luck. I'm out at the creek doing the laundry and this is what I missed. Couldn't you have waited? -T]


Dear Trudy,

Hello my name is trudy from the uk xx


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Love and Kisses,
Trudy

[Well that's a bit more like it. It's so much nicer when you knock first. -T]


Dear Trudy,

Hello niki thanks for your message i live in the uk from trudy


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Love and Kisses,
(anonymous)

[No, I think not. NOT from trudy but from some slag in the UK. Did you really think you would get away with this? I'm callign Pippa. -T]


[But wait, there's more!]

Leave your calling card


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,
Signed


Trudy!

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