hot coffee

For reasons I have never fully understood or even explored, I prefer to drink coffee that's been made by someone else. Since I have been at the cabin for three days, I have, of course, been drinking my own brew. This is not to say that I don't know how to make a good cup or lack any of the necessary equipment or ingredients. The way I feel about drinking my own coffee is the way many people feel about self-stimulation: it's okay and it certainly gets the job done, but it's usually much nicer if you can get someone else involved.

Dirty Snow Day

I am still deep in the January blahs. The bf has found himself a whole new wardrobe in the seasonal sales, but I have refused to enter the breach. I've restocked my lingerie drawer at full price. It was the principle of the matter. Who wants to grub around in a bargain bin for pants? Actually . . . I can think of a few people who would pay money to participate in that particular scenario.

Am eagerly anticipating the spring especially in the biting cold of January. Spring with its warm breezes, sweet scents and stirring promise of sex, sex, sex.