I FOUND THE SECRET CAVE
*blasts the electric Can’t Find My Way Home from the balcony*
everything is hilarious right now
alrighty now I’m having the “I had too much coffee today” shakes. Great….
my place smells of incense and coffee most of the time, if not fresh baked cookies, and I’m surrounded by art, books, records, other music related things…a really cool lamp…a blind faith poster from when they played Toronto….more books, lovely curtains, flowers, etc.
I love my apartment. It’s my own little hippie paradise.
Going through my iTunes, and you know what? I have some damn delightful shit in here.
A relationship is like a house
If a lightbulb goes out, you don’t buy a new house, you just change the lightbulb.
Unless that house is a lying whore
Then you burn the fucker to the ground and buy a better house with lights that you can fucking count on.
This took the best possible turn.
So who has two thumbs and might be doing orchestra all season?
excuse me while I deal with the hives I broke out into from being really anxious about having to call an organization about something.