My fortress, my home, my shelter, my castle. My Tara, my Camelot. (it looks ugly only when viewed from a satellite. See yellow thumbtack mark where I'm waving from my roof deck. haha)
About Me
- No Roses
- Once upon a time, in the heady, giddy world of the eightees, somewhere between discos and vodka tonics, a young girl met a prince. The prince later on turned into a frog and hopped away, but not without leaving her with two squirming tadpoles. But God was good and the tadpoles grew up and turned into a handsome prince and a beautiful princess. This is the story of my world, and the castle (or the pond?) I live in. No bed of roses for me, but my prince and princess have given me garlands of sweetness!
my garlands of sweetness
