Making creps

Hasta parezco doña desquehacerada :P, pero me dije a mi misma que ya es tiempo de saber como hacerlas y heme aqui, gugleando para buscar como hacerle 🙂

Y ya me quedaron, ora necesito un sarten mas grande para que me queden chiditas. Aun no decido de que rellenare estas, tengo chocolate y uvas, cajeta, mermeladas, nomas porque no ando tan hacendosa sino las haria con filadelfia y hongos 😛 <--- aparte no tengo hongos 🙁 Ya lo decian por ahi, la ociocidad es la madre de los sociolog... ah no de todos los vicios (que casi es lo mesmo que ser ociologo), jejejejejeje No, nocierto :9 Pasando a temas de telera, ayer que sufridera con mi Derek, hasta que puso quieta a la babas de Meredith (sorry Marce, pero sabes que tu Mer es bien wy a veces). Sloan cada dia me da mas ternuritas *papacito*. Y no importa que diga Angel que ya ando como vieja deprimida y cursi, esta es LA rola de la semana 😛

Y la letra dice asi:

The Story :
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true…I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you
You see the smile that’s on my mouth
It’s hiding the words that don’t come out
And all of my friends who think that I’m blessed
They don’t know my head is a mess
No, they don’t know who I really am
And they don’t know what
I’ve been through like you do
And I was made for you…
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true…I was made for you