Friday, December 01, 2006
Little things are important. Like, I know it's a total cliche that Italian waiters refer to you as "bella"; they do it without thinking, like you'd say "sorry" after bumping into someone. But it is important. I spend the rest of my life thinking of myself as ugly. It is nice to have five seconds of being beautiful. Plus a really nice lasagne in which they've got the consistency of the bechamel just right. That is also important.