Coffee. Pasta. Oh Christ, another day.
Posted in Morning Musing, Other Stuff, Sex, Sexual Politics, Surviving Recession on Jun 2nd, 2009
The coffee’s hot. Black. Strong.
My drug of choice.
FLASHBACK: I used to joke “I like my coffee the way I like my men – hot, black, and strong.” But that was before the age of political correctness. Before the 80s. My permed hair. Shoulder pads. Pumps with toe cleavage.
By the early 90s I occasionally said “I [...]
