Bitch on the Blog

May 11, 2011

Wafting

Filed under: Uncategorized — bitchontheblog @ 10:20

The Ringbearer and I have currenly made peace. Where that will leave  groom I do not know.  At least I am not tethered. Yet.

Musn’t get TOO friendly with Ringbearer. Friction is needed to keep the spark. As anyone familiar with the workings of electricity and thunderstorms will tell you.

Where were we: Adrenaline. Con advises Jean to stay off caffeine – on grounds of health, nothing else. I myself never drink coffee other than the dreaded DECAFF. Me of all people drinking a SUBSTITUTE. The very thought enough to drive me back to Italy.

Whatever people will tell you over an espresso (at all times of the day). Coffee is a smell, an illusion. I drink it and then get palpitations/the jitters/the shakes/prominent tremor/unable to sign anything. You might think this amounting to nothing and you are right. I keep telling myself it’s the one and only reason I moved away from the country where drinking coffee is an art – to be performed at least twice daily (breakfast, and about eight hours later: Kaffee und Kuchen). If you want ritual: Either move in with my parents or to Vienna.

If you don’t speak German above not an option. Just seek out your nearest Starbucks. GG (gay guy) afficionado of anything latte.

UBL, pits/doldrums/mangle, England

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3 Comments »

  1. I have never drunk, drank?? coffee. If would do the same to me as to U if I did.

    I don’t drink it, not because it’s bitter & tastes awful, because the grains added to American ice cream counteracts that awful sickening sweet sugar taste.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — May 11, 2011 @ 17:01 | Reply

    • Well, BHB, Americans have a lot to answer for. Not least gross world’s weight.

      Before anyone fat sits on my face: Oddly, all Americans I know personally are slender. Which is why I generally don’t buy into the myth till I come across a hord of Americans at Windsor Castle. All wearing shorts, naturally. One size too small. What else.

      You know, BHB, the olden days were good: The way to spot an American in European backwaters (think Paris, circa Audrey Hepburn and Greta Garbo) was by his trousers (checked) not his weight.

      Bear hug,
      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 11, 2011 @ 17:23 | Reply

  2. Let me break my self imposed rule and leave some food for thought about rings for you Ursula.
    In the circus that is life, there are only two rings. The one that you are in and the one in which everyone else is. And the circus has a way of making you think that it knows what is best.
    Groom can live with the new peace initiative with the ring bearer. Just keep in mind that the ring bearer is already spoken for. The groom is foot loose and fancy free.

    Comment by Rummuser — May 12, 2011 @ 08:16 | Reply


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