|I'll get up and do my homework soon..|
I would say coffee is the reason I survived junior year of college. It all started on the fateful day when my classmate brought me a cup of coffee. It was Dunkin, not the best, but it packs a punch. I drank it black and I hated the taste, but, damn, did it charge me up. I was ready to go for an all nighter of kinetics homework. Without that, I would of been fast asleep on my homework waking up with a giant drool stain and paper plastered to my face.
With traveling all around, I've learned to appreciate good coffee. And yes, I don't really consider Dunkin good coffee since it varies so much from place to place. At one local place it can taste delicious while the one down the road definitely tastes like dish water. I also love cappuccinos...the frothier the better. Also, if they can make a cute little pattern in the foam I am amazed. I sit back and look at the perfectly crafted heart or leaf, then I devour it in one sip. I'm not a sit back and let it cool person... I'm looking at you, Joanne, who drinks the same coffee all day and even ice cold. I like it hot, scald your mouth hot.
|I don't want to be|
that sad girl in the
background on Friday