I need coffee!
Someone had given me one of those pod coffee makers and I loved it so much I went out and bought a buttload of pods. But today, I have no pods left. The horror! I dug out my french press then rifled through all the cabinets for some ground coffee. There is none to be found. I guess I'll be walking up to Starbuck or Zona Rosa for a cup of Joe, and I have so much computer work to get done today I hadn't planned on leaving the house until I took a big chunk oput of it. Oh well, priorities.
I've got a friend who's family imports Spanish wine and Costa Rican coffee, she had always kept me supplied with the good stuff. I was spoiled. I never had to shop for wine or coffee. This past weekend I wanted to tak e abottle to a dinner and realised I was down to the last two 'gran reservas'. The wine was so good, the old Italian man who lives next door and makes his own because mass-produced wine makes him sick, has repeatedly asked me when we can get our hands on some more. I guess she had a thing for me and I never noticed, well actually she told me this after she moved in with some guy who did notice. Is she keeping him supplied with coffee and wine? I bet she is. Why didn't I notice? Why didn't I try harder? I'm not above selling my ass for java and alcohol!
Someone had given me one of those pod coffee makers and I loved it so much I went out and bought a buttload of pods. But today, I have no pods left. The horror! I dug out my french press then rifled through all the cabinets for some ground coffee. There is none to be found. I guess I'll be walking up to Starbuck or Zona Rosa for a cup of Joe, and I have so much computer work to get done today I hadn't planned on leaving the house until I took a big chunk oput of it. Oh well, priorities.
I've got a friend who's family imports Spanish wine and Costa Rican coffee, she had always kept me supplied with the good stuff. I was spoiled. I never had to shop for wine or coffee. This past weekend I wanted to tak e abottle to a dinner and realised I was down to the last two 'gran reservas'. The wine was so good, the old Italian man who lives next door and makes his own because mass-produced wine makes him sick, has repeatedly asked me when we can get our hands on some more. I guess she had a thing for me and I never noticed, well actually she told me this after she moved in with some guy who did notice. Is she keeping him supplied with coffee and wine? I bet she is. Why didn't I notice? Why didn't I try harder? I'm not above selling my ass for java and alcohol!
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Yeah, I'm doing mostly better. I still have not managed to go a day without crying. But that's mostly residual dopey girl retardation.
Anyway. How are you? Is it warm there? It's snowing here, I don't like it.