And I am Queen Coffee Addict of the World.
No, that would be me.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
And I am Queen Coffee Addict of the World.
No, that would be me.
Cindy, I think that the new snow is supposed to be mostly tomorrow. At least, that's what boston.com said. I hope it's right. I want to get home.
Stack the Cats score: 141,900; Level 14
I think I need an intervention.
Clearly not a true addict.
I would say the definition of a true coffee addict IS someone who will, if they have no other option, drink shitty coffee. Because I *so* will, if I must. And I am Queen Coffee Addict of the World.I love coffee and am a true caffeine addict. I get headaches if I don't have caffeine. But some rutgut is just that. The thing is, I don't ever not have coffee. We *don't* run out. I have the teabag-like Coffee bags, in case we do run out, and even bought a cast iron kettle for my fireplace, in case the power goes out, so that I can have coffee. Not yet having my coffee is, to me, as much of a reason to be late, as alarm clock failure.
Cindy, I think that the new snow is supposed to be mostly tomorrow. At least, that's what boston.com said. I hope it's right. I want to get home.Oh, for your sake, I hope so. For Ben's sake, I hope not. I know, let's both hope it comes late Wednesday night, instead.
I'm terribly addicted to popcap's Astro pop. And now cat stacker.
Congrats on the article, P-C!
I love coffee and am a true caffeine addict. I get headaches if I don't have caffeine. But some rutgut is just that. The thing is, I don't ever not have coffee. We *don't* run out.
Oh, I don't run out, either. But what if you're visiting friends in another state, and you didn't realize that they don't drink coffee and therefore don't even have a coffeemaker, because you assume that *everyone* drinks coffee, or at least owns a coffeemaker for dinner parties/guests?
Then you force them to swing by the nearest place that has coffee, and sometimes it's swill like gas-station coffee or Starbucks (sorry, Jess, but I just don't like Starbucks), but you do what you gotta do to get that fix.
Chasing the French Roast dragon.
You people claiming to be the true queen coffee addict of the world make me laugh.
Though I suppose someone has to claim my crown while coffee and I are on a break.
Congrats on the article, P-C.
Timelies, all. I am, once again, sitting alone in the office, with no more than a vague idea of what I am supposed to be doing and no one to explain it to me.
You're bringing back bad memories of going to visit friends at their cottage in Muskoka for a week, and realizing only after we'd arrived and were 40 miles from the nearest thing resembling a town that they'd switched entirely over to decaf.
Now we always bring our own - and they make a point of reminding us, too, so you can tell it wasn't pretty.
I would say the definition of a true coffee addict IS someone who will, if they have no other option, drink shitty coffee.
Can't one be an addict and a snob? Because I get caffiene headaches the same as everyone else, but if the only coffee available is instant, I'm washing down an Excedrin with Coke.
(sorry, Jess, but I just don't like Starbucks)
Why apologize to me? I've always said their in-store drip coffee is crap. They use the cheapest beans and overextract it.