Mug Shot.

I don’t drink coffee, I’m abnormally normal, but I really love coffee mugs. For instance, at work I have a giant Central Perk mug on my desk that holds a bunch of useless stuff, and my college alumni mug is the proud bearer of my water.

Believe me, if hot chocolate didn’t make my lunch always head straight for the shooter, then I’d fill ‘er up with cocoa all day, e’ery day. But that’s beside the point.

The point is, mugs are awesome, and this one deserves to be unnecessarily used in my every day life.


What an asshole.


I Don’t Think That Means What You Think It Means…

I love a good statement mug. Obviously.

But, sometimes, the English language creeps up on you and calls you a whore.


Excuse me, Ms. Self-Righteous?

Never mind.  You just keep sippin’, sweetheart.