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Nasty Coffee

Published 24.1.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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I know I have mentioned this more than once. Ok, several times. But here, sitting on my desk, is physical proof that we need to start lobbying for a Starbucks to HURRY UP AND COME HERE, for the good of the people.

This morning's tasty little brew lingers in your mouth like a bad cigar. In fact, it tastes like cigar ashes mixed with dishwater. And I NEEDED some serious caffeine to get me off of my Chick Flick Hangover.



Until moral increases, the beatings and bad coffee will increase with terrifying regularity.

1 Responses to “Nasty Coffee”

  1. Blogger Rick  on January 24, 2005 9:26 AM  

    make the coffee @ home. order beans from starbucks.com. grind them at home, brew them at home, fill 2 or 3 travel mugs or a thermos, and commute. walk in, and while everyone else is sipping dirt water, you're on your second cup of aaaaaaahh.

    i'm just sayin'.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

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I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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