I miss my bed. I miss my cats. I miss eating real food and watching trashy TV shows with my roommate. Last night was a prime example of why I do what I do. My obsession with music and concerts... Continue Reading →
Growing up, my parents used to always ask me why I listened to such angry music. I would always answer them with a quick, "I'm not angry, I just like the music!" I had a great childhood. I had two... Continue Reading →