I live in stomach aches, not the kind you get when you eat too much, but the kind you get when you really don't want something to happen.
I live underneath the table, not because it's fun to hide there, but because you will inevitably hit your head on some sharp jag.
I live in the digital world, where everything smells sterile and is uncomfortably cold.
I live in shoes with velcro, not laces.
I live in the ugly kinds of gift bags.
Define "good", and I will give it to you.