I’m drinking coffee. I dislike coffee. Anything that looks like dirt mixed with water should be met with distrust. Except in cases that involve chocolate. I like chocolate.
Therefore I take my dirt water and mix it with a teaspoon of cocoa. About a 1/2 cup of coconut milk and a packet of Splenda. It seems bearable. I hope I never grow to like it, because I don’t believe in the concept of “acquired taste” (except in the case of hummus, and if you’re a baby) and if I do “acquire” a taste for it, it means I’m a sell out. I’m suddenly a Coffee Conformist? Maybe not, but I’d question everything I ever believed about myself.
I’m tired because I worked late and therefore stayed up later, then woke early to go for a morning run. Apparently, just so I could go in to work and ruin my running effort by eating a small handful of chocolate pretzels.
Really? Can someone please shake me?
Coffee… Sleep makes a lot more sense.
No angry coffee zealots please. Just because I hate the slew you pour down your gullet doesn’t mean I hate you. I just vow to always hate the stuff.
Jacqueverse 