Sometimes horizons are meant to be viewed later. The next day, X.
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Coffee is just too unique to really quantify.
I mean.. to sexualize it, turn it into an art...
I take fiji water, slowly heat it to near-boiling, pour it slowly over a tea-egg filled with Gevalia morning blend and a tiny bit of earl grey sprinkled in.
I use either powdered sugar or none, as crystallized melts too slowly, too unevenly. I use a dash of lemon juice and a smidge of angostura bitters.
I slowly stir it for exactly 2 minutes, before I drop in 2 ice squares, and then stir until melted.
I inhale deeply and look out to the horizon, wondering what the day will hold. This is a good cup.
OR
*get woke up by my bunkie* d00d, the fuck are you doing? Chow isnt till 6.
Whatever,
fuckit. Im up. You owe me.
Gimme two shots of that shit in the red bag, faggot.
Shit tastes like motor oil scraped off Vin Diesel's nog in pitch black.
Fuck yeah I'll take another shot, corporal.
THis must be dumbass question day.
Either of those bags of coffee and situations dont effect how much you need it, or how good it is IN SPITE of the rest of it.
Ya know, I just gotta liken it to jerking off. WHich is crude but relevant. You've done it thousands of times and no matter if its good or not, if youre crying over your ex, rushing one out before the day begins or whatever.. the situations are kinda the same.
Dont interupt my morning jerk.
This is a sweet, milky cup of jerk.
Look at those cups, jesus..
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AHEM, and sometimes you pay some chick at McDonalds to do it for you. ZING