I am a sinner
I don't know what came over me. I don't know why I did it.
I know better. I really do. I didn't even want to do it, it just kind of crept up on me. It started innocently enough...I told myself it was a one-off situation....I promised I would never do it again. But then the next day came, and I did.
I have started drinking instant coffee. And I like it.
I am so ashamed.
And even worse...I've expanded into decaf now.
I know better. I really do. I didn't even want to do it, it just kind of crept up on me. It started innocently enough...I told myself it was a one-off situation....I promised I would never do it again. But then the next day came, and I did.
I have started drinking instant coffee. And I like it.
I am so ashamed.
And even worse...I've expanded into decaf now.
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I haven't been able to drink instant since the great Botony Project of 1983. I waited until the last week to do a semester long botony project my senior year in high school, and made myself stay away for 3 days straight by making a paste out of instant coffee, sugar, Quik and milk. I would eat it with a spoon, and once I stopped bouncing off the walls I could work for several hours.
Decaf???? Who *are* you???????
1) Being trapped in some type of horrible post-apocalyptic wasteland , or
2) Barricaded somewhere during a flesh-eating zombie attack.
And decaf?!? Good lord, why?
3)Camping.
But even then, it's questionable why you're not carrying grounds and filters or a French Press. What is this, the dark ages?
Mindy, you lived in SEATTLE. I just don't know you anymore.