desperation and pop tarts

gosh i look wide, no? probably shouldn't eat a pop tart too

coffee of champions

yes I could have a balanced breakfast, but why when I can have warm olallieberry pie and ice cream.

pie a la mode: that means with ice cream, or in the fashion

windowsill and rock

coffee on the windowsill with conversational rock - not shown: prison like bars

finally

i have not purchased the office refrigerator yet, but thanks to the angels at the hidive, i have procured a cup of milk for this very much needed caffine infusion…followed by a second, larger infusion (to use up the milk) with a double shot of espresso.

joy

downdates – june six & nine

extremely bothersome that these are out of order. a very large part of me cries to only post in chronological order, but then i may never get through the coffees and “today’s” cup will always be “future whenever i get around to it” cup and that just doesn’t have the same ring. if you ever come over though, i can force you to watch the itunes slideshow of todayscupof in chronological order! it only takes three hours!

take away paper cup but not from 6 9 oh-eight

cup 86 in the ubiquitous ny mug

you know, i really do

heart ny that is. or what ny stands for to me, which is rather ordinary mourning for personal history gone by, years past in the apparent blink of an eye until you’re drunk and emotionally unstable at work because there’s a little bit of black dirt sprayed over half of the office and you can’t quite remember why you’re doing what you’re doing until you see through your drunken eyes with the kind of clarity that only drunken eyes can lend you that there once was a severe beauty to what you do, but now it’s gone, twisted in the wreckage of what appears to be the titanic having collided with a 40-car passenger train at thirty thousand feet and in all that rubble lies the remnants of your most dearly beloveds.

of this are great stories made.

or at least, i hope so.

p.s. – replace “you” with “me” and you get me, you know?

p.p.s. – i have skipped yesterday’s coffee and today’s first coffee because today has been … emotional and yesterday was … emotional. but i could put them up, in the interest of being truly a panoptical cyclopedia. if you want, that is.

damn man, i missed the mark again

here’s number 44 from the 27th of march – no matter what the time stamp says

after the hiatus

off visiting friends and family etc, so no coffees of late – until today. i just wish i could drink this many, you know?

sharing with my seastar

today my sister stopped by at my request and she made it before her first cup of caffeine. her’s is the slice of big cup on the left. as to the image quality, what can i say; some mornings are just unfocused, you know?

also, i think i have been calling lattes cappucinos, when this little guy i believe is a true capp. i need to look up ounce requirements for catagorization purposes.

super hero spotting

it’s a turd! it’s a train! no, no! it’s a cup of espresso with foamed milk! yay!