Monday, August 15, 2011

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Quotidian

It should come as no surprise:

It is something you imbibe:


Sometimes you have it on dates with good friends:


Dates with people you miss:


I like mine strong and black (like I like my men and Presidents and so on and so forth):



It's also good with pie. It's also good to have with the folks you go on "Pie Dates" with (who you also miss):



Sometimes you make fun of Michelle when you drink it:



Sometimes it's so good, you want to savor every drop of it but you spill it at the Farmer's Market in San Francisco (which wasn't so bad because you were with your family):



I make it everyday:



With a smile (even for people I don't prefer):



If you don't know me by now...you'll never, ever, ever know me:

No, I'm not a Boyz to Men Song, I'm coffee. I am the bane of your existence. I'm your drug, your comfort, your wakefulness, your addiction, your tastiness, your loveliness. But mostly, I'm your everyday.




At least it's MY everyday, quotidian really.

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