telling it like it is

desperation and pop tarts

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

blank slate

fine foam, perfect amount of milk and tasty. i was distracted by dust motes as i steamed the milk so a certain level of inattention improves my technique, but how much?

a fine cup of joe

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

too rough

when the going gets tough, get another coffee

that reads: i'm a worthless asshole

i’m going to try to let this be the end of my self-inflicted punishment. the extreme fuzziness would be the resultant effect of tears.

what an elephant never says

“i can’t.”

bless them for being such fine upstanding examples.

yesterday and today

a late debut for a new mug even though it is a widely recognized fact that i have too many coffee cups. i can’t believe i haven’t used it here before…

yesterday's husband-made latte

and today in a favorite mug

sort of breakfast

peanut butter nutella right out of the jar and in to my tummy. probably shouldn’t offer people nutella in the office since i basically stick my entire face in the jar on a regular basis. cooties – blech.

real camera picture

incidentally, i was drinking coffee from this cup one morning as i walked to work. naturally enough i dropped it on the sidewalk where it bounced three or four times. me balancing bags, retractable leash, dog, dog-curbing and coffee? does not compute. miraculously, not a scratch. however i rarely hold it from the handle, constantly expecting it to suddenly pop off on unseen fractures.

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