You know what though? Not really. I mean I know I’ve made noise about your destructive force in my delicate body, and I know I rail against you when for some reason I end up awake all night after a failed attempt to resist your evening seduction. But this last weekend when we reunited like cheaters while I was out of town, sneaking off together in the mornings on the back deck when no one was awake but us…I really made some peace with it.
Good and bad, coffee. I’m in it for the long haul. And that’s why, when I made a mistake last night and bought ground beans, I called four people in search of a drip coffeemakeer. Sweetie, I know you love my french press, I do. I do too. Nothing turns me on like the sight of you languishing there, steeping in boiling water, all chrome and glass and rich dark brown. But in your drip-ground state, honey there’s just no pleasure in it for me. You and the French Press, you need a perfect grind, and drip ain’t it.
I’ll come back to you my love. I will, I promise. But I need some time to purge the memory of you, muddy and coming on way too strong, sludging your way out of my french press this morning. I need to find the right….vessel. I need to find the right vessel for you, my love.
It’s not that tea is BETTER than you, I swear. It’s just different, that’s all. And I need some variety in my life. Please don’t begrudge me that.
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“tease of cinnamon”
You asshole! You are making this much harder for me! AUGH!
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If I had to live a life without coffee…ummm…well, I’m just not sure it would be worth living.
Harsh, huh?
It’s love, I tell you.
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Evening Seduction! AGH! I know it all too well. I’m under it’s intoxicating effects right now, as a matter of fact. I had a lovely little tryst with a Mexican Mocha earlier this evening. All steamy and topped with luscious whipped cream, and that tease of cinnamon… OHMYGOD.
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bwahahaha.
I’m going to have to give up my precious breakfast blend coffee for a while. Coffee and cigarettes were made for each other, and I can’t drink coffee without the overwhelming (and slightly scary) urge to smoke a flaming stick of tobacco. Mmm. tobacco.
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