where it is safe to feel unpopular;
where my madness, my music and my mayhem come together, creating my magick; where friends are welcome, anytime, as long as they leave their negativity at the sturdy, well-worn door. MY fortress. MY strength. MY space.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
I miss having places I can walk into, kick off my shoes and just hang out... the closest thing to that, is my house. but hanging out at your own place isn't quite the same as bargin into a pal's at 7.30 in the morning demanding she make u coffee, is it?