seems like any time i ever had a visitor or guest (welcome, wanted or otherwise) all i had to do was jam out some t. Rex in my best Marc Bolan impersonation to get my solitude/privacy back.
Life is strange like that, I guess.
communiques from the other side of the plastic screen
seems like any time i ever had a visitor or guest (welcome, wanted or otherwise) all i had to do was jam out some t. Rex in my best Marc Bolan impersonation to get my solitude/privacy back.
Life is strange like that, I guess.