A poem on the sweet addiction of coffee.

There’s quite a few recipes going about for this, so thought I’d add my own, we’ve tested this and it seems fairly awesome.

Pride isn’t everything.

You can’t pretend that rejection is anything but brutal.

I hate it when there is a tension brewing in the air.

Not all relationships are good.

You can tell when a storm is brewing.

Some things are crystal clear.

Emotions weak with youth gone, having accomplished nothing.

It is horrible waiting for an arguement to take full effect.