Never mind what haters say, ignore them till they fade away.

Someday I will have my dream home. And it would maybe be something like this.

On the door, after severeal arguments with neighbours (so what, why can't I play my music in my apartment?!), my friends hang up a sign. My neighbours never bothers me anymore, although banging on the walls (and the respond to crank up the volume) becomes more fequent.

In the hallway there's this beautiful piece and the big chest is always appreciated when it's time to get the heels on and off. And when friends comes by too early and have to wait for me.

Pictures with my friends, my journeys and random happy pictures are mixed with expensive paintings and my friends' own works, on the way to the bedroom.

I will have a super-cute rabbit that jumps around in the apartment, and sometimes at really lazy sunday mornings she will hide under the sheets with me. And we won't leave bed until the phone have rung too many times and the answering machine is filled with "Damn you, pick up the phone!", "E call me, you won't believe what happend last night..." and "Oh my God, I looked at my sent texts! Why didn't you stop me!?" - messages.

My toilet-table is crowded with nail polish, perfumes, jewelry and make-up. I never find anything that I want so every day is a new improvisation of make-up. Red lips becomes one of my favourite looks.

My shoe-closet. I will compensate the fact that I didn't wear heels as a teenager, big time!

A secret intrest of mine will be to buy ridicoulusly cheap books at flea markets and to fill a whole room with them. When I get sad, confused or just bored I pick one of them and read it. And it will feel like I've saved them from a really bad destiny.

My study where I check-up on blogs and write on my books. The type-writer is for my love-poems, or at least my tries to do one.

One day I will have this view.