God, I miss coffee.
I love coffee. I used to drink a cup every morning. I love the smell of coffee, the ritual of making coffee, and the nice buzz I used to get from drinking it.
I don’t drink it any more, of course, because I now function in a state of constant ampedness due to having developed this stupid panic syndrome, but I still love coffee.
Walking into a coffee shop makes me faint with desire. Getting up on misty, cool mornings makes me long for a hot cup of something bitter and rich, with cream and sugar. Seeing a bottle of Bailey’s makes me wish I could still toss a shot of it into a hot cuppa joe.
Oh coffee, coffee, I still love you so! Don’t forget me!
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My favorite part of the morning coffee ritual is ‘spanking the baby’. Yes, I love to beat the shit out of my grinder’s bottom so as to extract each individual bit o’ bean grit I can.
Then, the dog will slobber in my cup if I’m not protecting it, or he’ll drop things in it… like cell phones (Truck knows all about this phenomenon). I’m still trying to enjoy the drinking of my cuppa, but Gus makes it somewhat difficult from time to time.
I don’t drink coffee as much as I used to but I like the smell of it very very much. I have a little espresso cup filled with coffee beans in my office. Whenever I get stressed or bored, I smell it. It’s refreshing. 🙂 Oh, yes, I do look like a weirdo while I am at it but it’s good. Maybe, you can do that?
Ah. coffee … the sweet and creamy elixir of life. I do so love the stuff …
You could have a cup of me … I’m bitter, but not rich. Will that do?
That’s it. I’m so going to get a decaf latte. *groan*