Coffee and Keys
I think I am slowly turning into a coffee drinker. When I was a kid I'd avoid the stuff like the plague. My best buddy started drinking coffee at age 14, the sick fuck... well, anyways I always hated coffee, well into adulthood too. But since I have moved out of my parents place and got my own last year in September I have been starting to drink more and more of it. And I don't even understand why! The stuff tastes vile, like if you brewed dried waste with sweat taken from a marathon-mans socks. I have to put in three cubes of sugar in a cup, five in a mug. And I always, and I mean ALWAYS, burn my tongue on it. I have yet to manage to drink a single cup of coffee without burning my tongue. Yet still drink it. Why? Is it something about body chemistry? A sign of maturity? My body getting back at me for all the abuse I gave it with junk food and sweets? I dunno, but I'm pretty certain that the day I start liking coffee the world will implode.
Also I did something very very stupid today. I left my keys and my cell when I went to work in the morning. You ever get one of these moments, where the door clicks shut EXACTLY the second you realize they aren't where they're supposed to be? Ugh... as a result I had to take the bus to the next town, where aforementioned best buddy lives, to pick up the spare he's holding onto for me. Lost me two damn hours. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!
In other news: Crafting is fun, but somehow it always takes three times the time I expect it will, Only 20 days till christmas and only 3 month and a day till my 24th birthday.