out from behind the eight ball

oh yes i can!

does that not look like the surface of the moon? bad sign for foam, but beautiful for the philosopher romantic.

worthy of a lumberjack, a small lumberjack

it’s not just a cup of coffee at red’s, it’s coffee and a coronary. yay red’s java house!

# seventeen

and from january 24th, i’m still in love with the big apple:

num. 16

from the 23rd, cafe san fran, purchased years and years and years ago with my first ever brother in law, now ex.

# 15

january 22nd’s cup, another glorious capp in our everyday ware mugs:

too rough

saturdays at work – it’s actually not so bad. new bag of beans – liquid amber espresso – doesn’t that just sound marvelous? and a sprinkle of cinnamon.

some days more than others

cup number thirteen

a most properly prepared beverage – i even heated the mug while fixing the coffee and used a frozen frothing pitcher and thermometer, so i know the milk was slightly scalded. nonetheless, an excellent way to finish off the monkey espresso in a new yorkly manner.

ouchies!

too busy for my regular coffee ingestion, i had been suffering a massive, five day caffeine headache. now back to regularly scheduled consumption with an inglorious left over shot from several days ago. sad but true. i also eat food off the floor – dirty, disgusting, fish-slime covered floors.

birthday capps

in celebration of my sister’s birthday, we have a trio of capps in assorted cups. then we open the presents. yay!

asking for it

a no-name cup i bought cheap somewhere cuz i like the shape: reminds me of a mug that was made by a friend in idaho that i broke whilst moving out of college my first year. (the second year i spilled coffee down my back from the machine that was packed in a box that i tipped over my shoulder. heady days.) it is the most often knocked over cup i own and is completely unacceptable for work., which is where i use it.