My birthday is coming up at the end of May, so if you’re thinking of getting me a gift, please don’t get me a coffee mug.Heavens to Kek, I have enough of them.
Let’s take a look my inventory
This is one I made about 10 years ago at my daughter’s pottery painting birthday party.
I had no one i wanted to talk to there,so I decided to paint a coffee mug.
You can see the inner rage at my married life in this mug.That’s my eye.That’s what I was feeling at the time.
Here’s the other side of my coffee mug. It’s just a total anti-coffee mug sentiment.
Everyone else has mugs with bright flower or “Good Morning, good morning!” or
an inspirational, carpe diem like motto on the side.But this one is completely uninspiring on any level.
I chose a dark, shit brown color, with a crazed bloodshot eye. “Wake the Fuck Up!” Is the message.But I love it because it reminds me of the important need to occasionally awaken yourself to new realities
This plain looking mug used to belong to my parents. It’s a set of 8.
My mother, Baruch Ha Jood,gave them to me and my ex wife when we were starting out. 8 coffee mugs for 1 person who drank coffee.My mother clearly hated these mugs.
These need to go.