d | decaf
I do love the taste of coffee. I love coffee-flavored anything. Ice cream. Brownies. Cake. Chocolate. Milk. Mm… coffee milk. (Yes, I did grow up in RI… coffee milk is our thing…)
So maybe I don’t hate decaf. I mean, it still tastes like coffee. I guess there is a point… you know, delicious. I guess caffeine isn’t necessary. [Hahahaha… yeah, I heard it, too. Must wipe hysterical-laughter-induced tears.] Without the caffeine buzz (for which I require at least 4 cups at this point)… it’s just not the same.
There are far worse addictions, right? At least this one is legal and relatively inexpensive. Unless you go to Starbucks where the prices are stupid high. They can bite me. Their coffee isn’t even very good. I wish they hadn’t run all the little one-off coffee houses out of business. Things were so much better then. Wow, I never realized how much I hate Starbucks.
Of course, in case of emergency, I will drink any coffee I can get my hands on. I can’t go without. Unless I want a big fat headache. Unless I want to become even more of a bitch than usual. A frightening prospect, really.
Now put down that decaf and get yourself a real cup of coffee.