| pyr8queen ( |
Normally, the apartment building just reminds me of my dorm room in freshman year of college - lots of happy hippies, a few keggers that don't last that late, tiny rooms. This past weekend, it reminded me of the house I lived in between second and third year of college, when I lived in a giant Craftsman house with about 15 strangers (well, they went to my school) who threw parties every night, to which every gutterpunk and street thug in Colorado Springs showed up.