Let's face it: my degree of sarcasm is directly connected to the quantity of coffee I've polished off. This enameled mug, however, isn't just a vessel for my morning ritual. It's a manifestation of my inner snark, and the perfect accomplice on my journey through life's banality. Frequently, I even find myself conversations with it, sharing my thou
Coffee , My Blood Kind
It's not a metaphor, it's fact. I need my daily dose of caffeine like a individual requires oxygen. Truly, the thought of starting my day without it causes me anxiety. Black doesn't matter much, as long as that bold flavor hits my taste buds. It's not just a drink, it's energy for my soul. I am an individual of routine, and that habit is my coffee.