The reporter for the local newspaper, fueled with excessive amounts of caffeine, is typing away like a mad man. His editor loves his work, even though he his in his own world, no one dares to tell him to slow down. The reason is, that a colleague told him to take a break, and that turned into a big mistake. The madman told him to shut the fuck up, and to mind his own fucking business. Needless to say, that was the one and only time that anyone would have the balls to say anything to him, about his habit.
feel like a zombie
so more coffee needs
to be consumed
One of the
you can drink
not a fan
in a perfect world
coffee would be the
and have plenty
of coffee on hand
coffee is my
On almost any given night, the insomniacs congregate at the mid-town diner, with cups of coffee to discuss the different reasons, of the whys they cannot sleep.
coffee and a donut
a quickie breakfast
time for coffee
Aularches Miliaris / Coffee Locust
and take in
the aroma of
it will make
a whole lot better
Love French Roast Coffee
In a perfect
be the planet’s
Get wired up
Drink lots of coffee
Burnt tasting coffee
Not a good way to start the day
Quote source: picturequotes
that I enjoy
Coffee with a friend
It doesn’t get any better
done with a
fine point black
my mind has
do we really
would be like
living in a hell
of Mr Grump
Sitting at his
with a cup of
he looks down
at the headlines
of the newspaper
and doesn’t like
what he sees
that its all about
and the bullshit
the media is
to get my
ass in gear
coffee in hand
rain and the
world go by
I call it
in a black mug
A perfect match
Coffee to the left of me.
Smart phone on the right.
Laptop in front.
Now to think of something
to write about.
Sooner or later, I will
think of words to post
and send off to the
virtual world for anyone
who cares to read it.
Standing on the sidewalk
he said hello to a woman
who he never saw before.
She replied with a smile
and a hello.
He asked if she would
like to go have a coffee.
Her answer was a sincere yes.
They went to the nearest
cafe, sat at the small
table by the window
and enjoyed their coffees.
They told each other their
likes and dislikes, and
other things they like
to do and see.
From that moment on,
there was a lasting
bonding of friendship
that would last for
quite some time.
A fictional short story
“I put instant coffee in a microwave oven and almost went back in time.”
– Steven Wright
Happiness is the morning’s first cup of coffee.
-Don @ A Pondering Mind
Sitting alone at an outdoor
cafe, enjoy his morning cup
of coffee. He puts down his
phone and decides to do the
crossword. He thought he
brought his medium point,
black ink pen, but he realized
that he hates using a pencil.
In the meantime, he will just
sit back and relax, and enjoy
the city life, and observe the
people from all walks of life.
Some going to their places of
employment, some doing errands,
the rest just passing the time
He knows that life as he knows
it, could not get any better
than this. Come tomorrow, he
will return, and will make sure
he brings his pen.
I love this quote.
He: Oh oh! She’s just came through the front door.
I hope she is in a better mood than yesterday.
Hi. Did you find what you were looking for?
Don’t hi me! I see that you didn’t now the grass,
nor trim the hedges. What excuse are you going to
give me this time?
He: Well, I kind of nodded off for a bit, and, and …
She: Here we go again. Maybe I should my boots on,
since the bull shit gets deeper and deeper, with every
word that comes out of your mouth.
He: I had all the intentions of doing the lawn and hedges.
But like I told you, I nodded off.
She: You could have done those easy jobs, after you took
He: I suppose I could have, but after I woke up, I had
a yen for some munchies, and the afternoon jolt of coffee.
She: Your full of shit. Really! You’ve taken retirement
not only from work, also from doing anything concerning
the house and yard.
He: How about I now the lawn, and take care of the hedges,
She: Yeah right! By the way, I’m staying home tomorrow.
He: All day?
She: Yes! All day.
She: What did you just say?
She: Bull shit! You know what you said.
He: What’s for supper?
She: You can make your supper, a and don’t even think of
calling for take out, you lazy bastard.
She was so pissed, that she gave him the silent treatment,
which lasted for the rest of evening.
He: It’s been a long day.
She: Why do you say that?
He: Well, I was busy.
She: Busy? Really?
He: Yes, busy.
She: Sitting on your ass all day, signifies that
you was busy?
He: While I was as you say, “sitting on my ass,”
I was doing stuff, like doing crosswords, reading,
blogging, and above all, taking coffee breaks.
She: Coffee breaks? Your drinking coffee all damn
day! And you call it coffee breaks. You’ve got some
balls saying that.
He: Since I’m retired, I still call them coffee breaks.
She: Your a real piece of work. Being retired has really
He: How have I changed?
She: You hardly ever go out, I have to beg you to do
several things like take out the trash, vacuum, and a couple
of easy tasks to do.
He: You knew I’m retired, so I thought I would take it easy,
live the life of Riley.
She: Wow! You’ve got it all figured out.
He: Yes I do, and that’s not going to change.
She: We’ll see about that.
The first thing in the morning
to go down the throat is coffee.
Black strong coffee, minus the
sugar. All other liquids and
solids, take a back seat.
When I was working, I knew a few people who were workaholics, and I was surprised that not many of them crashed and burned.
What I’m really thinking: the workaholic
“Moving from chair to chair, from coffee machine to coffee machine is the limit of my action in most films. But I enjoy being cast in them because I love watching them.”
– Stephen Fry
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This works for me.
Nothing like a mug of coffee, to kick start the day, and to keep going all day long.
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When I see blue sky with a smattering of clouds, it makes me happy. This my fellow readers, is all I need. Don’t need religion, nor read the bible. Don’t need to be told how to enjoy life. I am just basically one happy man, that likes solitude, peace of mind, and quietness.
The coffee tastes so much better, when I’m in a Zen moment. It makes the day much easier to enjoy, and live life to the fullest.
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A day without coffee, is like a junkie needing a fix.
A Pondering Mind 9/19/2014
I got out of bed way to early.
Need more coffee.
The coffee poured into the mug.
Boot up the laptop.
First things first, is check the weather for the day.
So far, so good.
Then go to the digital Boston Globe, ready to do the crossword.
Shit! No puzzle.
My morning ritual is thrown off course.
Well, this sucks.
For the past couple three years, I have always been using brown coffee filters. I prefer using them than the white filters. Well, I have been to a couple of stores, and they no longer carry them. My partner has been to a couple of different stores, and she had no luck in finding them. Whoever you ask that work in the different stores, all say the same thing, we ran out, or they are no longer carrying them, or the distributor(s) no longer have them. Its probably a conspiracy against me, and the other coffee drinkers, who prefer brown over white.
Just another one of the various things in life that irk the shit out of me.
For the past three days, I was walking/sitting in a stupor, and/or more like a zombie. I could not figure out why I was feeling like crap. Having dull headaches didn’t exactly feel great. I would take Advil a couple of times a day, and I was surprised, since Advil always did the job.
It sucked big time, as all I felt like doing was lay on the couch, and doze off. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I had to push myself to look and read the numerous blogs that I follow, and it came to the point, that I would either ignore some, or delete some of the email notifications, as I don’t use the Word Press Reader. (That’s a story for another time).
Well now, come this morning (Sat the 31st), I arose from bed turned on the coffee maker, and still was having the headaches. I drank some of the coffee, and I went back into the kitchen to the rest in the mug, it was staring me right in the face. The coffee I was drinking was decaf. Bingo! No wonder I was feeling like crap.
I went into action, made a fresh pot of Seattle’s Best No 5 Coffee, and when it was ready, poured what was left of the decaf shit down the drain, poured the good stuff into the mug, and I was good to go. Took a couple of Advil, and headache was gone in a few minutes, and felt like a new man.
Caffeine headaches, feeling sleepy and what not, feels like a junkie suffering from withdrawals.
Yesterday morning, Mortimer J. Finkdink III, was taking his morning stroll. He always stops in the local coffee shop, for his daily cup. He always gets a large, as he likes to last throughout his walk. After he left the shop, he ambled on along on one of his favorite streets. A few minutes later, a woman who has never seen before stopped him. He always liked saying hello to all the people he ran across, but was perplexed seeing this well endowed woman.
The following conversation ensued, and what happened shortly there after.
She: My name is Barbara ‘Boom Boom’ Sashay.
He: Nice to meet you, Barbara.
He: I’m Mortimer J. Finkdink III
She: I’m new in town.
He: I see.
She: Can I ask you a question?
She: Before I ask, I must tell you, I have 44DDDs.
She: So, would you like to see them?
She: Right here.
He: On the sidewalk in public?
He: You could get arrested for doing that.
She: So. Don’t you like big knockers?
He: Well, in a flustered, stammering way, ah yes I do, maam.
She: What’s the problem then?
He: This is not New York City, where it is legal for women to go bare chested.
She: Pretend we’re in New York.
He: Well, its not.
Then he had an itch on his shin, that he bent down to scratch, and all of a sudden, she lifts her shirt up, and swings her knockers, and caught him the side of the head, the nearly full cup of coffee, goes flying out of his hand. It landed on the windshield of a passing car, which scared the shit out of the driver, and proceeded to slam into the car in front of his, and then got rear ended.
After all was send and done, Barbara ‘Boom Boom’ Sashay, said, “If you only took me up on my offer to view my beauties, this would never had happened.
Eventually, Barbara ‘Boom Boom’ Sashay, got arrested, for being a public nuisance, and got to spend 10 days in the local hoosegow.
As for Mortimer J. Finkdink III, he never saw this coming.
Thought I’d give it a try at writing a short, humorous story. Fiction of course.
Another conversation between he and she.
She: Good morning.
He: Good morning, or is it a good morning.
She: I see your not in a good mood.
She: Yes, you.
He: Do you really want to know why I’m not in a good mood?
She: Please tell.
He: Well … I slept like shit.
She: Shit is not a good thing.
He: You got that right.
She: Since you slept as you say, like shit then that is not a good thing.
She: So how I can help you to make this a good morning?
He: First off, I need a good, strong mug of black coffee.
She: That’s a good thing for you.
He: Coffee is good, and good for the soul too.
She: I’ll stick with a good cup of tea.
He: Tea is good, but I’m not a morning tea drinker.
She: I know that.
He: Good that we agree on that.
She: How’s the coffee?
He: As good as it gets.
He: Now that the coffee is working, it looks like it’s going to be good day.
She: I love it when you have a good day, and a good evening too.
He: A good day, makes everything right with the world.
She: I hope tonight you get a good night’s sleep.
He: I’m planning on it.
She: Good of you to say that.
He: It’s all good.
She said: Wake up and smell the coffee.
He said: Smells good.
She said: How can you drink it without cream/milk and/or sugar?
He said: Easy.
She said: Easy?
He said: Coffee tastes best in its natural state. Nothing added.
She said: Yuk!
He said: Have you ever really tried it drinking it black?
She said: Not really.
He said: Then you don’t know what your missing.
She said: Then I Guess I will never find out.
He said: You don’t know what your missing in life, drinking coffee, the real and only way to drink it.
She said: You remind me of the people who use a pen to do the crossword puzzle.
He said: The only I have solved the puzzles using a pen. Black ink of course.
She said: You and the color black:
He said: Newspapers and crossword puzzle books, are printed in black and white.
She said: If you make a mistake with a pencil, you use an eraser clean up, and put the correct letters/word.
He said. Using an eraser makes a mess of it, and besides, white out works wonders on covering the mistake(s) by using a pen.
She said: Smart Ass!
He said: That’s right!
Our culture runs on coffee and gasoline, the first often tasting like the second.
— Edward Abbey
Science may never come up with a better office
communication system than the coffee break.
— Earl Wilson