It Is Like Heroin, In a Way.
Dec. 30th, 2004 10:25 amSo I am trying to log into all of my accounts this morning and I keep getting "Password Incorrect" and it took me about 4 tries to realize I was typing in C-O-F-F-E-E and that my friends, is addiction.
Mom gave me a programmable coffee pot for Christmas and I am in love. I wake up and I take a deep breath and life is worth living. I have toyed with the idea of getting married one day if only because my spouse would *have* to make the coffee before I got up (I planned on putting it into the vows - take out "obey" and insert "make my coffee" cause really - why would I want a dude that did everything I say all the time? Where is the fun in that? But coffee?? Yeah). Now -- I think I can die quite happily alone.
::to the tune of BtVS Theme Song::
Coffeeeeee, Morning Cofffeeeeee
Coffeeee, Morning Coffeeee
Angel angel angel angel angel and then there's Giles.
And Coffee.
Mom gave me a programmable coffee pot for Christmas and I am in love. I wake up and I take a deep breath and life is worth living. I have toyed with the idea of getting married one day if only because my spouse would *have* to make the coffee before I got up (I planned on putting it into the vows - take out "obey" and insert "make my coffee" cause really - why would I want a dude that did everything I say all the time? Where is the fun in that? But coffee?? Yeah). Now -- I think I can die quite happily alone.
::to the tune of BtVS Theme Song::
Coffeeeeee, Morning Cofffeeeeee
Coffeeee, Morning Coffeeee
Angel angel angel angel angel and then there's Giles.
And Coffee.