Saturday, October 26, 2013

Cold Coffee

I only drink coffee cold, I've decided. I can't take the piss when it's warm, but chilled with condensation running to the coffee table, I'll drink it. I'm not sure I enjoy it though, but that's how I can drink it.

After grocery shopping this morning, I left out some k'hawah because I bought rich caramel and rich mocha choco and I couldn't decide which I wanted so I kept out both till I just drank one, the rich caramel. Then I fell asleep. But by the time I wanted the rich mocha choco, it was as warm as the room. So I stuck it in the freezer so I could have it sooner. But I fell asleep again, despite my heart attempting a prison break. When I woke up, it was caffeinated slush. I like it like that best.

Some of the classes laugh when I tell them "Don't copy off, May" or if they've forgotten their workbook, "Go copy my book," because Korea doesn't have an F in their language and the closest sound is the P so they pronounce "phone" as "pwn" and "coffee" as "copy." It's especially satisfying when one walks in with a new phone and they say "I just got pwn." My nerd senses tingle. 

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