I have these mirrors in my bedroom that stretch from the floor to the ceiling, are quite unstable and also reveal self interested women. They woke me up around 4 today, along with a slam to my dainty roof, and the world shook a little bit - and there's always this moment during an earthquake, no matter how small, where I sit still and tell myself to get ready, that I am about to have to fight for my life. This one was small, and it hasn't happened yet, but what a way to start the morning.
I love LA.
