Dear coffee (with 3 sugars, 2 milks and 2 creams please):
I LOVE YOU. UNCONDITIONALLY.
Please never disappear from my life again, lest you want me to do through another painful withdrawal episode like last night (rummaging through cupboards, 9pm, headache) or this morning (dying at work, begging coworker to get her coffee during break).
Your ever loyal slave,
Betsy
P.S. I will be studying tonight for my finals next week (instead of watching Merlin T_T), so please don't fail me now.
P.P.S. In fact, if you could perform a miracle and help me ace my Interpretation exam tomorrow (for which I have barely started studying) then I'd be forever grateful. I know that you've worked miracles before, so don't even try to pretend like you're not magical or something.
P.P.P.S. No really, I need you. Desperately. Even...even more than I need food, I think. (OKAY I'VE SAID IT ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?)
(On a sidenote, I find it curious that I've gotten exactly 13 comments on my
last three wordy posts. The people commenting each time are different, but the number adds up each time to 13. Eerie.)