I was never a person that needed coffee. I think I drank it socially for a number of years; I never required that shot of java in the morning before leaving the house, I used to be able to function like a “normal” human being on a drink of milk or OJ first thing. I could never understand the dependency on coffee that many were afflicted with until. I. had. a. child.
I got my very first coffee maker for Christmas last year. I never even owned one before. Can you believe it? It’s true. I swear.
But now. Wow. I think I need that coffee to make me human. I can leave the house without it still, but you don’t want me to. Trust me on that. It’s a must before I get to work, or those people would be a decapitated head on a stick most days. Let’s face it. I am a HUGE bitch. I can say it. I’m a bitch. I know it. Coffee brings out the better bitch. The somewhat likeable bitch.
So, now I am a java junkie. Just like the rest of you (as I sit here enjoying my Tim Horton’s coffee). Christmas cups are out now at Tim’s and I think I’ve had about 2 so far. What up wit dat?
I am so dependent, I take pictures of my beloved.
Please, affirm my believes that I am not the only one. Tell me. How much do you drink? It’s okay, we’re all friends here. You can share.
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