be my own
my room mate makes coffee every day. she has her own grinder and specialty brewers. between the two of us, we probably down about 40 cups each week. our kitchen counter forever looks like a starbucks just exploded.
the adventures of a tattooed liberal wandering atlanta with a camera in one hand and a coffee in the other.
measured edge
this weekend i carried my camera with me everywhere but it wasn't until i got home that i actually started shooting.
there were ridiculous amounts of rain.
i have minor surgery on monday. i'm more nervous than i thought i'd be, more worried than i feel the surgery actually warrants. it's not the surgery itself so much as the recovery that's upsetting. at least i have a few days off from work, right?