fuel for album
i don’t get drunk or high or smoke but i am just addicted as the rest. This bag holds a kilo of cardamon laced coffee my sister brought me back from Palestine. I can barely type…
i don’t get drunk or high or smoke but i am just addicted as the rest. This bag holds a kilo of cardamon laced coffee my sister brought me back from Palestine. I can barely type…
July 9, 2007 at 1:29 pm
Hey, Pastelito! How are you doing? Time long no see..
Saw you on RTE, I’m so happy to see you are doing great! No so sure about the clean shave, you start shaving your beard and you end up in skinny jeans and pointy shoes.. joking.
Not much to report in this end, still doing turdy designs for the same studio. Give us a shout if you play in Londinium.
Take care,
Ana x
July 15, 2007 at 6:22 pm
The very best coffee I have ever tasted comes from a wee village in Morocco where apparently each town has their own unique blend of spices – this particularly one is from up in the mountains where my dad goes off on Christian retreats.
He always brings me back two bags of the most amazing, spicey stuff that makes you shake after a cup.
It makes that weasel poop coffee look like nescafe.