Pouring out

[clevermanka]

As I walked into Wescoe Hall this morning, the smell of the (horrible, cheap) coffee brewed every morning by the Philosophy department hit me. And I had a moment of overwhelming grief that literally (yes, literally) stopped me in my tracks.

God damn I miss coffee.

And then what was the first article I saw on the Breaking Muscle Blog this morning? This one.



It's not even the caffeine, although I do miss that little burst of energy. It's the smell and the taste and the feel in my mouth. Nothing can substitute for coffee. Nothing. And I miss it. A lot. When I was six years old, coffee-flavored ice cream was my favorite. Coffee was a near-lifetime love of mine. I never had to acquire a taste for it. I loved it the first time I tried it. Stupid allergies. I hate them.

Today's Tumblr collection is a little unusual. It's a mixed bag of text posts, a couple gifs, and one vid that are all related to a subject near-and-dear to me. Tuesday, April 16: Fandom.

Comments

[aprilstarchild.livejournal.com]

It took me a while to love coffee. I always liked the smell, but the taste was UGH. And then, as many teenagers do, I got hooked on those Starbucks frappuccino things, with all the milk and sugar. WOO CAFFEINE AND SUGAR FUCK YES.

And then. AND THEN. I was at a local vegetarian diner and they had bottomless cups of Stumptown coffee. With real cream. And I was a goner.

I've gone off and on coffee since then, depending on what medications I'm on. (When I'm taking 300mgs of Wellbutrin a day, any coffee at all makes me nauseated all day, but I can handle tea just fine.)(Also, the sight of me taking my adderall with coffee horrified a friend of mine once.)

Oh lord, I'm so sorry that you can't drink coffee. Visiting Portland might be torture for you. I bet you're not a beer drinker either.

(Note to self: Maybe try coconut oil in my coffee.)

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

I've mostly come to grips with not drinking coffee. Just sometimes it hits me, hard, that it's on my verboten list. Nope, no beer for me, but I don't miss beer all that much. Except for Guinness, once in a while.

Really happy that wine's back on the menu, gotta say.

[aprilstarchild.livejournal.com]

Oh lord. One of the reasons I don't want to get knocked up, ever, is that I'd have to not drink for so long. No. Not happening.

Which is to say: I'm very happy that wine is on your menu again.

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

ME, TOO.

[nottygypsy.livejournal.com]

I don't know how you do it. Hugs you.