7. Written on the morning of the first.

[itwasnotso]

I may or may not have destroyed my tastebuds over the years; at either rate, I believe I've completely lost the ability to tell the difference between good or atrocious coffee. We have the hospital cantina to thank for that.

Comments

Reynard.

[bramblesgaveway]

Jess.

[itwasnotso]

Are you losing your son?

Reynard.

[bramblesgaveway]

Jess.

[itwasnotso]

Ah. Then that would explain it. The outburst didn't seem like you.

[ticktocktavi]

As long as it wakes you up, yeah? I'm a fan of tea, myself--and isn't that trite of us Indo-Chine.

[itwasnotso]

I'm simply waiting for some sort of hot beverage connoisseur to leap down my throat about [...] exotic brands and gourmet beans. So that said, I find I follow your mentality.

Whatever's cheap, and whatever does the job, eh?

[ticktocktavi]

Most of that particular school of thought is tripe, anyway. More concerned with the label than the contents, &c.

Absolutely. With one stipulation to add: whatever tastes good.

[itwasnotso]

What of the middle ground? This particular cafeteria coffee tasted rancid when I began, but after years upon years of it, I realised I think it tastes rather good.

[hatesbears]

[Similarly written late in the afternoon. Yay, hangovers!]

Jess had a party last night and you weren't fucking invited. You're never going to be invited.

[itwasnotso]

Good afternoon, Rose!

[hatesbears]

Die, sheep fucker.

[itwasnotso]

As always, my dear miss Bloom, you receive points for creativity. Do go on.

[goodhunting]

If your first experience of coffee is a pleasant one with a good roast, you will always know atrocious coffee.

[itwasnotso]

[...]

That was not good coffee.

[goodhunting]

First couple of times at anything is bound to suck.

[itwasnotso]

We obviously didn't know what we were doing. Consequently, our first experience of coffee was definitely not a pleasant one with a good roast. Unfortunately.

[itwasnotso]

So tragic I may have to shed a tear over it.