Tag: coffee
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Beer, coffee, writing and tampons
OK, there are many more reasons than this, but after staying with Chris for a week I had to share a few reasons why he’s one of the best friends a girl could have: 5. He lives in the awesome downtown of Athens, Ga., and we can walk to like 100 bars or something crazy like…
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Day One without you
Even Italian coffee doesn’t warm this heart today because I drink it alone He is in the next room but he is not you He is a tea-drinker, may not be a perfect fit but I refuse to let myself think of coffee mugs yours and mine, together on shelf in our new home or the smell…
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I am addicted to coffee.
It started my sophomore year of high school. My parents are coffee drinkers, and they always had a fresh pot around. I never paid much attention to it, as coffee was for “grown ups.” Then one morning, after a late-night phone conversation with Kyle, I was bemoaning to him between classes that I was tired and…
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Poetry assignments
I have a minor in Creative Writing from Winthrop University. Between that and my mass communication (print journalism) degree, when I was in college, I was constantly writing. After college, I got a job as an editor/designer, and I stopped writing. For a long time. I longed to get it back, and eventually I started…
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NYC subway, a cappuchino, and my iPhone
I got my iPhone 3G in July. Since then, I have had no stress. None. I am serious. Since I work for myself, I am always working. (I’m not complaining one bit – I can also take a nap in the middle of the day if I choose!). This means if I am away from my…
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Sunday morning
Spring lives here where sunrise greets weekend coffee and conversation Trust and truth rests – in your lap, my feet – in my hand, a newspaper Did you know, dear, that the world has stopped understanding but we know our demons, and we know our angels, and this day you are the guardian of my…
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Friends who move away for romance
We ponder love over cups of coffee Stay or move on Big Apple or Queen City Sometimes fate happens when you leave it And a ticket for $5 could change your life “I found myself” you will declare On an Internet bulletin board The Libra has an Aries moment We celebrate with booze and tears…
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Your hand found mine
A heat where warmth should have been A forbidden fruit, a familiar friend You rubbed my hair I touched your knee You called me beautiful I knew I was weak Mixed with passion were your apologies I memorized your sighs It begins and ends with tonight. My heart breaking before my eyes Knowing it’s wrong…