I think it accurate to blame my two sisters for my now coffee addiction. My love of coffee started at around 13 when my sisters would make me what they called "baby coffee". Which consisted of a little splash of coffee with the rest of the cup filled with cream or half and half and 2 or 3 sugar packets. From there I moved on to frappuccinos and mochas. I wasn't until high school when I started drinking actual coffee. My coffee order of choice is either a latte or a cappuccino. For a while I was hooked on chai. Specifically a medium dirty soy chai with no water. They were my jam my sophomore and junior year of college.
For any future lovers, boyfriends, friends, or anyone who cares, this is how I take my coffee:
black with a little splash of cream.
There have been a few occasions in my life that have lead me to believe I am in fact a coffee addict. Or at least someone who cares deeply for it.
1. The awful headache that ensues every morning before I get my hands on a cup of the sweet nectar.
2. Becoming crabby if I do not drink it.
3. Ever since I found Dollop Coffee Co. I have stopped drinking Starbucks coffee. I now think it tastes like soap. Gross...
4. Over coming obstacles such as weather or time constraints in order to get a cup of coffee in the morning before class.
Side note: I walked 6 blocks in torrential rain and thunderstorms to spend the afternoon at my favorite coffee shop. Now that is what I call dedication people.
5. Automatically becoming a happier person after drinking it.
6. Making endless carafes of coffee even after 5 cups and getting the shakes.
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