hang me up to dry

cause you've rung me out too-too-too many times.




one of the better things about having espresso from anything but an automatic machine is that you will more often than not find coffee grounds at the bottom of your mug.


my great grandmother read tea leaves for a long time. she was an extremely devout catholic who was a hairdresser, and from what i understand, was so right brained she damn near fell over every day. i'm told i'm a lot like her.
and she read tea leaves. i'm told she would always read tea leaves to her friends, family, neighbors, and whoever else came by. i'm told by all of my relatives she had quite a knack for reading future events in tea leaves that would coincidentally show up in the future of whomever's leaves she was reading. i know most of my family is crazy, but whose isn't? these stories are always told to me firsthand. one that is told more frequently than others is one where my grandmother foresaw the death of a neighbor's horse. i'm told she was extremely uncomfortable upon 'seeing' this news, but was so compassionate towards everyone she met, and found it distressing to hold this news back. i'm told she had never foreseen death before, and a week later when the horse died, she never read tea leaves again.
nobody wants to see death, i don't think. or at least... i don't think anyone would want to hold on to that information.

but i often sit absentmindedly swirling my coffee grounds at the bottom of my mug... looking at the pictures, wondering to nobody but myself whether or not i'm looking at my own future.
and the future is now, they say.

cheers.