Please Happy

Light

August 29th, 2009 | Category: Inspiration, Pics

Life is crazy. Got no time. Thinking of posting a simple iPhone pic every day. This is J’s aunt’s house, where I live. I spend time with Yogi, the old puppy who poops on the floor. I drink morning coffee, French pressed, and retreat to the fan-cooled silence of my own room. It’s home. My West Hollywood refuge.

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Comments
  • i hope it's not actually french coffee... the grind sucks over here, one reason not to move to Paris. just the style of roast maybe? i don't get it. they're so close to Italy.

    looks like a reflection of fire on the back wall there. telling?
  • No, it's not actually French. I think I'm using organic coffee from some shade-grown grove in some paradise where the workers are treated really fairly and the trees are happy. The French-press is the plunger coffee maker that I use every day before I leave for school! I didn't notice the bad coffee in Paris, but I was probably blinded by my love for that city.
  • dad
    nice light
  • Thanks, Dad. This place has truly become my point of sanity. Wanna come visit?
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