Let's face it: my degree of sarcasm is directly linked with the volume of coffee I've drunk. This enameled mug, however, isn't just a vessel for my morning ritual. It's a manifestation of my inner wittiness, and the perfect companion on my journey through life's silliness. Sometimes, I even find myself conversations with it, sharing my observation
Coffee , My Blood Kind
It's not a metaphor, it's fact. I desire my morning dose of coffee like a human requires oxygen. Honestly, the thought of starting my day without it causes me anxiety. Latte doesn't concern much, as long as that robust flavor reaches my tongue. It's not just a drink, it's fuel for my soul. I am an individual of habit, and that habit is my morning r