Dawn comes too early, I am not in the mood for morning. Like a grumpy cat I sneer at daybreak. Noonish is a better to start my day. That is why coffee is my first thing to do everyday. Home made Java, that old cup of Joe. Steaming hot aromatic and black. I mixture to stir the senses, just what the doctor ordered. A shot to perk me up and revive me to the world. From no whip latte to the espresso double shot. From Colombian dark roast to French Vanilla, what ever it takes to jump start my heart is what I desire. So if you hear weird noises at 5 am, don't be alarmed. The world is not ending, nor is there an earth quake. It is most likely me and my coffee *** whirring in an attempt to make espresso for myself.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC
Dawn comes too early, I am not in the mood for morning. Like a grumpy cat I sneer at daybreak. Noonish is a better to start my day. That is why coffee is my first thing to do everyday. Home made Java, that old cup of Joe. Steaming hot aromatic and black. I mixture to stir the senses, just what the doctor ordered. A shot to perk me up and revive me to the world. From no whip latte to the espresso double shot. From Colombian dark roast to French Vanilla, what ever it takes to jump start my heart is what I desire. So if you hear weird noises at 5 am, don't be alarmed. The world is not ending, nor is there an earth quake. It is most likely me and my coffee *** whirring in an attempt to make espresso for myself.
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