now i get it

a guy at work has been feeding me unsweetened chocolate. the kind that's 800 million Calories per ounce, without any added sugar. the kind that real chocolate conn-oh-soors eat. the good stuff.

i hated the first dose. by the second dose, i'd developed cravings for the stuff.

so today when i accidentally left rocky on setting "9" for the first shot of a new batch of beans (usually i set rocky on "11" or "12" and then dial him in), i pulled an unbelievably thick ristretto and finally found out what people mean when they call espresso chocolatey. they're not talking about hershey's kisses or twix bars or tootsie rolls. no, they're talking about the real thing. the good stuff.

holy shit was this the good stuff.

it was gooey, barely-liquid, 85% cocoa imported chocolate. normally i'd have 3 shots in the morning but i powered silvia down after just this one. one does not need a "chaser" for a shot like that.

and that's when i decided that i don't need the andreja.

the secret to a happy life is to develop new ways to appreciate the things that already surround you, rather than indulging a lust for shiney new toys.

don't tell anyone i told you that.

(and don't ask me about the shiney new toys i ordered yesterday. heh.)