I couldn’t stay away from it. I gave in to temptation; that’s the only explanation and it’s no excuse. I know it was bad for me; I know it was wrong and I know it will come back to haunt me – if not today, then soon.
I’m weak, I know; I’m only human. It was only a matter of time.
The worst part is that I liked it. It was warm, stimulating, strong; and it made it easier to face the day; god knows I need that, and it looks like I’m too weak to stay away from it for long.
So forgive me, blog: despite everything I forswore, I had coffee.
And it was really, really good.
4 comments:
Who can give up coffee??? I mean really its the black gold I say...yum yum yum, I would be an even more difficult person to live with without it.
Well, I tried to give it up. But I couldn't. I didn't sleep well the other night, stumbled into work and had a cup just to keep myself alive.
I've never understood the fascination with coffee. I am all for caffine, but coffee is disgusting to me. A good Chai kicks ass though. :D
You are SO funny!
I know, the coffee beastie lurks within my heart as well. Oooooh, the coffee. Looooooooove the coffee.
Alas, the panic atacks I am oh so prone to make coffee impossible. My one bitty cup of tea a day is nearly too much.
Poop.
Jon's right- ooooh, chai. I could wax poetic about Chai, too. But chai has so many calories, and a girls got to fit into her wedding dress...
~sigh~
Guess I'll go drink my tea.
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