Leave me alone I want to go on WordPress.

I feel like I haven’t been on WordPress properly in a horrific amount of time and that feeling is pretty representative of the reality. I’m thinking about just declaring the whole of tomorrow night as a dedication to WordPress. No, I take that back, I’m not thinking about it, I am most definitely doing it. I intend to do nothing else other than sit at my desk, no wait sit on in bed, with a huge cup of coffee and a brownie and just read. I’m looking forward to it; I can’t remember the last time I looked at the Reader tabby thing, let alone Freshly Pressed or Topics. I haven’t even written anything properly since, o hell I can’t remember when.

I have a WordPress itch, I spend my day at work thinking about the next time I’m going to get to scratch my itch but it never seems to happen. The problem is things keep getting in the way, (either my head or other people’s heads think they have a better plan for my time, in truth none of these heads actually have better plans,) and apparently “go away I want to play on WordPress” is just not satisfactory to get these other things to leave me alone. I suppose I should have turned into a gremlin duvet monster (this is my secret super power, it doesn’t really help the world, only me) and stayed in bed until I’d had my WordPress fix, I’ve been pretty grouchy recently and I’m 100% sure it’s because I miss WordPress. What can the world really do if I just hide in bed and refuse to function as a human pending my WordPress therapy?

Things “getting in the way” isn’t even a good excuse, I’m making myself grumpy out of an inability to find 15 minutes to do some reading on the internet of things I actually like. I swear my head makes no sense sometimes, well a lot of the time. Here’s the plan Blogosphere: go on WordPress more, plain and simple.

Rough morning

    So I’m admitting I am a little worse for wear right now and at 9am I have to function like a real person. Now I struggle with the concept of being a real person at the best of times let alone when there is still a significant amount of alcohol in my body, poor body (but I promise it was having a fun time dancing last night).  

   So here’s my ‘clever’ plan, lots of drug (2 mugs of tall black coffee and aspirin), Fine cuisine (find someone to make me bacon sandwich) and put on just enough makeup to make it look like I am human, without giving away that I am trying to hide something.  The problem is, as I get older this works less and less.

   I need a better cure, anyone got one……. please??    

 

 

Also find out what all my American friends are going on about something about a dad shooting his daughters laptop??

Confessions of a Coffee addict.

I’m British, so the statement I love coffee more than I love tea is pretty dangerous. At worst for saying it I can be done for treason and brainwashed into becoming a devoted traditional tea drinker against my will and at best shunned by the people I know as I am followed by a sea of disgusted whispers where ever I go. Consequently I would be grateful if you could all keep this little confession under your hat, it will save me having a bright light shined in my eyes as I am interrogated by the UK Department of M.S.T.O.S.T. (Maintenance of Stereotypes, Traditions and Other Silly Things.)

It may have taken me 21 years and some intensive therapy but I am ready to admit that coffee is amazing…. and I might be a little bit addicted to it. Not in a bad way, caffeine has never given me a buzz in fact coffee tends to send me to sleep(?!) and despite the fact I can quite happily drink 6 or 7 cups in a day, I don’t have any negative effects if I don’t get my 6 or 7 hits. I assume this is because I’m young and not some sort of oddity. I just really, really, really-really, REALLY adore coffee.

Coffee is wonderfully versatile as a hot beverage, you can have it for breakfast, mid-morning, for dessert and in the evening, coffee is basically a marvellous treat that is good at anytime of the day. It oozes warm and fuzzy feelings and has a fabulous smell that is so iconic there is a saying about it. The one taste that can be altered a hundred ways and still is worth waiting in obscene queues and paying for.

“Wanna have coffee?” are three words that are truly enticing, whether it’s to get on the right side of your boss at work, taking a break from the pressures of shopping life or someone just being nice; they are lovely words. There is nothing more pleasing than hearing them from a friend, to have a good old catch up, or that tickle of anticipation when someone special asks. Coffee at these times is awesome.

I get excited by a tall mug of steaming black coffee, no matter when, where or how I am having it. I regularly declare undying love for someone who produces coffee for me; it is the quickest way to my heart.  I only have great associations with coffee, to this day my favourite birthday cake was coffeecake with coffee frosting and I am now devoted the person who made it.  I have memories of making mugs of coffee with friends and taking them to the ruins of a castle to watch the sunset. I have written brilliant essays with the help of coffee. I honestly believe if I had enough coffee there is nothing I couldn’t do.I have been posting all things pretty and coffee here all week.