Coffee.

The title is self explanatory.  I love coffee. I am a certified coffee junkie. It is the only thing in this world that makes mornings, work and people in general, tolerable. I try to limit myself to 2 mugs of it a day. Considering I use a jumbo size Winnie the Pooh mug, this equates to around 6 cups.

I grew up in a coffee-less home. My mom hated coffee. I never even tasted it until I was in college.  I felt so badass drinking a forbidden beverage. I was the Marlboro Man of coffee drinking. Tough, rugged and addicted to a substance. Everything that America stands for!

As I sit here in a coffee shop, waiting for my car to get new tires, guzzling my 24 ozs of caramel saturated cooked coffee beans, with 3 shots of espresso added (it’s legal, I asked), I feel like I am in Java Nirvana. Omg that’s going to be the name of my coffee shop. Don’t anyone steal it. This blog post serves as my official tm, copyright, ownership of that name!

Any of you have a great story about your coffee passion?

One thought on “Coffee.

  1. I grew up in a religious community that didn’t do caffeine. I tried coffee for the first time when I worked at a Starbucks at 19- it took a few times but it grew on me 🙂 I’m mostly a tea drinker these days but I do love a nice hemp milk latte once in a while!

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