Coffee is to my mornings, what bigotry is to Donald Trump.
During the (Approximately) 1 minute, 20 seconds, it takes me to drain my poison of choice, I'm content with the universe. As the aroma of crushed caffeine surrounds my olfactory senses, and wakes up my lazy taste-buds, I contemplate a lot of pithy questions about life and the universe...
Naah...just kidding. I'm mostly just incoherently giving thanks to Allah for creating this magical drink, and maybe just wondering if I can somehow shift my morning classes to the evening.
Sometimes I feel like "This" is getting by too fast. Life.
Sometimes, I want to freeze it. Save it in a photo album somewhere. All the things that fascinate me everyday. In the best ways and in the worst ways.
Join me?
*pours you a Nescafe Cappuccino in my favorite chipped football mug*
Here we go...
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Humans Of Coffee World
Non-FictionThe people I meet. The stories I'm surrounded by. They inspire everything from Love and Awe, to Hilarity and Disgust. This might just be a glorified diary at some point, but I'm too hipster for journals. (Or, err...the other way round). Here's to...
