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[sabotabby]

Dear coffeemaker,

We sure had some good times together, didn't we? Waking up in the morning, me whispering sweet nothings into your filter, you gracing me with warm, delicious caffeinated beverages. You weren't fancy or expensive or anything, but you always made me great coffee, and I really liked you.

I'm sorry that I didn't even notice that you were sick. You made me a great cup of coffee yesterday, and that must have been your swan song, because this morning, well, you were dead. I ground up my hippie fair trade organic shade-grown coffee from Bolivia, poured in the water, flipped your switch, and—nothing.

I guess I'll find another coffeemaker eventually, but we were together for years and I'm really going to miss you. In the meantime, there's Tim Horton's. But anyway, if you had to die, did you really have to kick the bucket on Labour Day when all the stores are closed?

Woe,

Sabs

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On an unrelated note: Hollywood's 5 Saddest Attempts at Feminism.

Comments

[shelestel.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't read it like that at all. Who even said these were attempts at feminism? These are fandom-gone-mainstream pictures. Why expect any egalitarianism or fluidity in their two-hued universe? "Other genres" are typically concerned with representing life as it happens, you know.