The House of Tense Silences

I have two guests staying in my tiny apartment, and they do not like each other. ( Read more... )

I want my home to be somewhere I enjoy life. I want my friends to like each other.

Is that so much to ask?

One more fabulous bit to my week.

While trying on a shirt that relatives in India sent me, my mother saw my back tattoo.

"Amul," she said. "If you get another tattoo then I won't love you anymore."

So I guess this isn't a good time to tell her about the three new ones I'm getting later this month.

~possibly cries~