I am not sure when it happened but my patience for making real coffee went right into the toilet. Now I seem to be drinking this stuff.
It wasn't today, but I thought that I bet they modify the smell of this stuff so that it smells like it is going to be good.
It isn't really.
This is what I was thinking about when I made it.
- I used to live in Florence with a psychotic Kung-Fu instructor who would get very angry if I threw the spoon into the sink. I did that every morning.
- The guy had enormous kung fu swords and axes in his apartment.
- One of my cats will always strategically vomit the day after I have my apartment cleaned.
- Cockroaches
- I would rather use slivers of good soap than this giant, inviting bar of Dove that has too much of something perfumey in it.
- I think being a coffee snob is optional. Real coffee snobs will drink any brown water because we are actually just coffee dependent.
- We should be held to a higher standard than the merely Coffee Pretentious.
- Some times these cheap curtains I bought at the supermarket remind me of my grandmother's kitchen. I only saw them drawn on a few rare occasions when I slept there, and she fed me Kellogg's Product 19 with warm milk.

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