Tripping on a mirror. Wasted about 30 minutes of my life taking photos of our fucked faces to realized that they’re normal.
Went to Tomato Pie Pizza Joint in Silver Lake (off Hyperion) the other day with my homegirl. It was a cute little pizza establishment with reasonable prices and a staff of cute fixie boys, so obviously I was into it. Ordered the cheese ravioli w/meat sauce, which was unfortunately dropped by our server just before it reached our table. The guy was clearly really embarrassed, so we didn’t give him a hard time. My non-spilled ravioli was quite good, and came with delish garlic knots that we gobbled faster than you can say “garlic knots.” Can’t wait to move here.
