January 2011
1 post
What Am I Supposed To Tell My Kids?
I have two bags of primo coffee. I have no way to grind it though, save for taking it to work and grinding the whole shebang there. But I want fresh coffee in the morning dammit, FRESH coffee.
I am dragging my heels far too much with working here in Atlanta. I still have the same dead end job, and I could be doing much more to change that. But residual senoritis resides still in me.
Ah, but...