today i realize that i must roll with the ebb and the flow, the ins and the outs, the ups and the downs. people will come and go, and places will change, but we must rest assured knowing it all is in god's timing.
why do i always have to go back when the coffee is not strong enough? i can't ever just settle for the subtle taste of coffee, no, it must be pungeant. it must cause an immediate reaction of revolt, only to be followed by surrender.
espresso on ice is my favorite.
it reminds me of alcohol.
is that okay?
