oh the joy that is real coffee. on the way from work to class i ran across mangrove coffee, slammed on the brakes and headed right to the drive-thru window. oh, coffee people, how do i love thee? nothing brightens my day more than talkin' to coffee-house folks. and even through a drive-thru window they are just as cool and just as wonderful. and just as cute. they serve seattle's best®. 'tis not fair trade® coffee, but i shall live. mochas (that coffee-product of coffee-products) come in three different flavors: chocolate, white chocolate and dark chocolate. and what more, i ask, does a girl need?

the glowing red numbers illuminated the dark room. they read 5.44. and all was silent until the numbers changed and the clock screamed. she slammed her hand down onto the snooze button, opening her eyes the barest fraction of an inch to see what time it was. her mind screamed at her to get up, get in the shower. her body stayed put though, curling even tighter into the blankets underneath her. however, her mind would be persistent. it would not let her fall back into her comfortable subconcious, back into her wishes. after a moment her eyes popped open, and she was irritated. however, she dragged herself out of bed anyway, grudgingly flipping on a light going into the bathroom.