Double Flee A

I love coffee. It's dark. It seems to brood, and tells you it's ok if you want to brood as well. Come over here, it says. Come over here and tell my what you really think of that weasel Billy from radiology. And so I do. Coffee, you make it all better. You get it. You're one of us.

When I look into my coffee I see a shimmering, contemplative me.

With a steamin' hot coffee in my mug, anything is possible.

posted by dale @ 10:22 AM