Giving up coffee: Attempt number 10 to the nth power

For me, giving up coffee is going to be harder than getting off heroin is for a junky. Not that I would know, since I've never done smack, but my love for lattes is bordering on obsession. I didn't have a cup yesterday, since I was sick (seeck!) and I was trying to be healthy in order to recover in time for Halloween. All I could think about was walking to Ristretto's to get a coffee....ALL DAY LONG. Then, this morning, I woke up in a crazy good mood (this is what happens when I give up coffee, I feel freaking fantastic and more creative and balanced) but it was a huge struggle to not make coffee/buy a latte. Seriously, I can see Ristretto's from my studio. It calls to me. It's strange, I was never a coffee drinker until I was like 25, I didn't really drink it while I lived in Hawaii. I think it was the snow storm of 2004 (my first year back in Oregon) that drove me into the warm and stimulating arms of a chocolate latte from Full City (Full City! Portland awaits your first shop! Please, please, please move up here! No one makes a mocha/chocolate latte like you. The ganache! The ganache!).

I really would like to not be chemically dependent. I would, truly. But I don't hold out much hope for this attempt. These are my mobile uploads to facebook:




Who takes pictures of their coffee? Me. That's who. I loooooooove it.

Pumpkins, Pugs, and Dastardly Mustaches

Doom and Gloom Monday

The real reason I bought this couch

I LOOOOVE This Boo Boo

This dog owns me. Owns me. Poor little Dieter, he never had a chance.

Screaming Monkey

Empty bowl of pho....

I was so out of sorts on Monday (?) that I had to go and eat a bowl of pho at like 3 in the afternoon. It cured me, though, so that's good.

Video Extravaganza

On another note:

I can make horrible faces. REALLY horrible. Don't believe me?






It's sort of a hobby of mine. My sister makes pretty good bad faces too:


She is normally beautiful. Like this:




What am I excited about? My new (to me) couch! See below.



What am I not excited about?


Dropping my air conditioner out the window.

Breaking my bedroom window in the process.

And this speaks for itself. Stupid bike.