It’s weird that there are people in the world who can begin their day without coffee. Coffee = life. I would cease to exist without coffee. Okay, I would still “exist”, but I’d be really cranky about existing.
I’ve been drinking the black nectar of the gods for a long time now. I started drinking coffee at the tender age of 10, which is why, at 5’7″, I don’t believe the rumors that caffeine stunts your growth. I do, however, believe the rumors that coffee can prevent cancer. As a 2-3 cup a day gal, I hope that’s true.
I think that how a person takes their coffee says a lot about them. For instance, I drink it black, whether it’s a cold brew, French Press, or regular old drip coffee. That says I’m a bad bitch who doesn’t have time to fuck around. Joel drinks half or full decaf with cream and sugar, which makes him my super chill counterpart. My cousin drinks her coffee with so much flavored creamer that I’m like “yo, you want some coffee with that milk?!” which just means she’s a girly girl. My dad doesn’t drink coffee at all, but prefers iced tea all year round… I don’t know what that means other than I’d think I was adopted if we didn’t look so much alike.
Coffee is just the freaking best… I have a coffee body scrub (from here) that makes my skin feel fantastic and silky and smooth. Coffee is also a natural remedy for cellulite. Coffee is nature’s laxative. Coffee smells really good (I personally hang out in the coffee aisle of the grocery store more than I care to admit). Coffee . Coffee. COFFFFEEEEEEE.
*Coffee and coffee accessories also make wonderful holiday gifts*