Every morning I whisper a very sacred prayer to begin my day on a positive note. *RECORD SCRATCH* Ummm yes, I pray, stop judging me, you dont know my life!. This is the prayer:
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Well, today is one of those days that I need the Omnipotent and Based Coffee God to bless me caffeinatedly. That makes sense, don’t argue, just nod and shy away form sudden movements around crazy folks. I am having one of those days where everything and everybody is on my nerves. My relationship with coffee is similar to how I feel abut the blessed entities known as oxygen and sushi. Yeah, it is serious. I would consider a coffee IV drip if it was possible, no lie. No lye either.
I try to act like I am a coffee snob. I am one of those annoying people at Starbuck’s who tries to make my order as complicated as possible. However, I will drink any coffee. Cheap Coffee. Overpriced Coffee. Bad Coffee. Off-brand Coffee. Just give me the coffee and nobody gets hurt. My coffee addiction started at the tender age of 5 from my maternal grandmother. She let me take a sip and the rest is herstory. We bonded over coffee and at one period of my adult life cigarettes, but that is whole other story and blog post, don’t judge me.
My favorite fancy coffee drink is an Iced Vanilla Skim Latte with a sprinkle of cinnamon. Are you an addict too and what is your favorite coffee drink? (And for the weirdo tea drinkers who don’t drink coffee what is your favorite tea drink?)