GROUND UP

In my most recent search for decent coffee in California (I miss you Porto Rico coffee!), I totally remembered that I read a pretty bad book called "Ground Up" (by Michael Idov, a slate.com writer) a few months ago. I wish it was one of those breezy, fluffy reads, but it totally pretended to be significant and symbolic toward the end. Nooo. That's always the downfall. Embrace the fluff. Let sweeping generalizations and the fallacy of human relationships fall into someone else's lap. Prefrrably someone cute and sappy. Ne-yo, you reading this? Call me. A hip-hopera is waiting to happen.

Aw, Ender is waiting by my side. Gonna go play with my (four year old) pup.

xoxo tiffany