i'm bouncing off the walls again
...I did the unthinkable.
I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself for this. Ever. It's just so...disgusting! I feel all...tainted and twisted and broken on the inside. I'm lower than the lowest low life that exists. See that scum on the bottom of your shoe? It's better than me, because I am worse than scum after what I did today.
I drank coffee. And I LIKED IT. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
If you know me at all, you'll know that I absolutely cannot stand any and all forms of coffee.
Coffee goes against everything I believe in and it normally makes me physically sick. The foul substance known as coffee does terrible, terrible things to my stomach, and then, after I imbibe enough of the treacherous liquid, I usually end up with a headache. I have been waging a personal war against coffee since the beginning of time. I'm also secretly plotting to destroy all the Starbucks [the universe's largest supplier of coffee] stores in the world - but that, my friends, is a tale for another day.
It all started when I went to this quaint little coffee shop called Java D'Lites to watch Katherine's boyfriend, Travis, and his band play. At the cafe I ordered a vanilla bean, which contains no coffee. But the cashier dude made me a vanilla latte instead because he ran out of the materials needed to make a vanilla bean. Or so he said. Anyway, so I took the stupid latte because I wanted something to drink. I meant to only sip at the whip cream, but I accidentally sipped the latte. And to my horror/surprise, it was actually rather delicious. Then just about a half an hour ago, I had this sudden craving for another vanilla latte. So I got out of bed and drove thirty minutes (oh, my poor gas tank...) to get to a 24-hour Starbucks. It's bad enough I drank coffee, but to purchase coffee from my nemesis? I am so ashamed.
...I am also so freaking wired and bouncing off the walls. Caffeine at three-thirty in the morning is NEVER a good idea. I'll never get to sleep at this rate :[ Good thing I'm nocturnal and don't need sleep!
I will not let the coffee win. I'm supposed to be stronger than this! I did not spend eighteen years fighting this monster only to cave into it, thanks to a stupid, ill-supplied coffee shop. If they just had the stupid stuff needed to make the vanilla bean, none of this would have ever happened and I could be in bed dreaming about Fernando Torres playing soccer with me - one on one, if you know what I mean.
Coffee/Starbucks - 1; Nathalie - 0, I SUCK, LOLZ
Oh, but the game is far from over, you foul substance. Just you wait. You may have won the battle, but I will win the war.
Uh, how about I'm talking to coffee as if it's not an inanimate object. *headdesk* I am never touching that shit again, it does scary stuff to my brain (like writing crazy three-thirty posts about coffee) and I don't like it.
Ok, so. I guess I'll go bounce off the walls some more.
I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself for this. Ever. It's just so...disgusting! I feel all...tainted and twisted and broken on the inside. I'm lower than the lowest low life that exists. See that scum on the bottom of your shoe? It's better than me, because I am worse than scum after what I did today.
I drank coffee. And I LIKED IT. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
If you know me at all, you'll know that I absolutely cannot stand any and all forms of coffee.
Coffee goes against everything I believe in and it normally makes me physically sick. The foul substance known as coffee does terrible, terrible things to my stomach, and then, after I imbibe enough of the treacherous liquid, I usually end up with a headache. I have been waging a personal war against coffee since the beginning of time. I'm also secretly plotting to destroy all the Starbucks [the universe's largest supplier of coffee] stores in the world - but that, my friends, is a tale for another day.
It all started when I went to this quaint little coffee shop called Java D'Lites to watch Katherine's boyfriend, Travis, and his band play. At the cafe I ordered a vanilla bean, which contains no coffee. But the cashier dude made me a vanilla latte instead because he ran out of the materials needed to make a vanilla bean. Or so he said. Anyway, so I took the stupid latte because I wanted something to drink. I meant to only sip at the whip cream, but I accidentally sipped the latte. And to my horror/surprise, it was actually rather delicious. Then just about a half an hour ago, I had this sudden craving for another vanilla latte. So I got out of bed and drove thirty minutes (oh, my poor gas tank...) to get to a 24-hour Starbucks. It's bad enough I drank coffee, but to purchase coffee from my nemesis? I am so ashamed.
...I am also so freaking wired and bouncing off the walls. Caffeine at three-thirty in the morning is NEVER a good idea. I'll never get to sleep at this rate :[ Good thing I'm nocturnal and don't need sleep!
I will not let the coffee win. I'm supposed to be stronger than this! I did not spend eighteen years fighting this monster only to cave into it, thanks to a stupid, ill-supplied coffee shop. If they just had the stupid stuff needed to make the vanilla bean, none of this would have ever happened and I could be in bed dreaming about Fernando Torres playing soccer with me - one on one, if you know what I mean.
Coffee/Starbucks - 1; Nathalie - 0, I SUCK, LOLZ
Oh, but the game is far from over, you foul substance. Just you wait. You may have won the battle, but I will win the war.
Uh, how about I'm talking to coffee as if it's not an inanimate object. *headdesk* I am never touching that shit again, it does scary stuff to my brain (like writing crazy three-thirty posts about coffee) and I don't like it.
Ok, so. I guess I'll go bounce off the walls some more.