Let's be real: my level of sarcasm is directly linked with the number of coffee I've drunk. This ceramic mug, however, isn't just a vessel for my liquid courage. It's a representation of my inner snark, and the perfect cohort on my journey through life's banality. Sometimes, I even venture into conversations with it, confiding my observations on t

It's not more info a metaphor, it's fact. I desire my daily dose of caffeine like a person depends on oxygen. Seriously, the thought of starting my day without it makes me unease. Latte doesn't influence much, as long as that bitter flavor hits my taste buds. It's not just a drink, it's fuel for my mind. I am a creature of routine, and that ritual