I start looking forward to my coffee the day before, when I’m getting ready for bed. This seems peculiar to most people, and I myself even thought it strange at first, but now I’m accustomed to my earnestness for it every night. Not that I’m addicted or anything, though it sure sounds as though I am… I find a certain comfort in coffee. It’s warm, rich, creamy. Never gets mad at me or tells me I did something wrong. It’s always there when I need to get away and peruse my thoughts. And it goes great with a rainy Saturday afternoon. I have this crappy little $30 Mr. Coffee espresso maker I bought from Target like 3 years ago. It gets the job done but I can never really figure out why the lattes I get at coffee shops are so damn frothy. My little guy evidently can’t quite get my soy milk that thick for whatever reason. Perhaps it’s because I threw out the rubber ring that holds the frothing tube onto the steaming nozzle…. oops. I told myself once I quit my real job and started college I would get a job at a coffee shop, mainly so I could learn the right way to make coffee. That’s something you don’t hear from many people; I’d like to quit my nice paying job to sling coffee. Money’s over rated. I hope to own a coffee shop one of these days, most likely after college since my bank account is currently only moving in one direction, and it’s the wrong one at that. But coffee…. I think I could give up wine before I gave up coffee, and I really, really like my wine. You can curl up on the couch on a rainy day with wine, but that does have a tendency to lead to you dancing in the rain, which in turn may end in sniffles.
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