As if I needed more reasons to love this place, a Morphine song is currently playing at Grindhouse. Officially my favorite spot in Atlanta.
Music for doing the things I do every day, sometimes wishing someone else was there.
Troll logic.
I swear I’m not turning into that kind of people. By that I mean obese.
“Stop looking for perfection, it doesn’t exist. Perfection is god and the devil, having dinner and a glass of wine. One tells the other, ‘I need you’ and the other replies, ‘I need you more’”. That’s what a professor told me a while ago. A nice guy. But sorry, perfection does exist and it looks like this.
Two things I love, one made out of the other.
(Source: thesodashop.com)
Because I said so.
I spent Saturday night making focaccia. What did you do today to be forever alone achieve greatness?
Two days.
Is it Sunday yet?
