What is it about you that makes me feel so…good? Granted, I drink you with plenty of cream and sugar, but still… I never really had to have you in my mornings to start my day. They were always rather lackluster without you. Sometimes breakfast, sometimes nothing, or maybe just…
My roommate does that coffee art and both him and her (they are a couple) guzzle coffee like it’s going out of style. They even have a starbucks machine. Not the huge one at the store but a small kitchen sized one, about 15 different syrups (only of which 3-4 ever get used) chocolate sauce in a squeeze bottle, caramel sauce and white chocolate sauce all in bottles.
It makes me feel like some kind of PHILISTINE to go to the coffee maker and fill the thing with water. Trenton even gave me a funny look the other day for doing it and I was like >=( don’t stare at me you coffee yuppy.