| WHy I hate coffee, but continue to drink it. Coffee is a horrible substance. It makes me stressed. it makes me tap on the table. It distorts my senses. I jump around and cry a lot. When my friend Kim and I get together to do homework at Barnes and Noble, I occasionally buy this horrible substance in the neighboring Starbucks. Starbucks is the devil. I am bad for buying things there. Anyway, I usually buy a chocolate brownie frappichino. A frappichino is even worse than plain coffee because it gives you the extra sugar jolt. Then, when that wears off, you're tired but the large amount of caffiene is still circulating in your system. Your body becomes exhausted and pepped at the same time. Your heart races, but you have a hard time keeping your eyes open. You wonder why you did this to yourself as you lick the whipped cream off the top. All the lard in the heavenly white substance sticks to the roof of your mouth, so you naturally wash it down with more frappichino. Big mistake. Your hands get jittery and your palms sweat. The cold of the drink freezes the tips of your fingers and the caffiene chills your whole body. It almost slips from your hands and you cry out in horror. Don't waste any of this precious liquid! So, it's time to go home, but the feelings still exist as you drive home. You're still freaked out, but now it's a more deadly situation. You start to veer to one side, then over react and almost hit the car on the other side. You heart races again. When you finally pull into your driveway, you're relieved because you can't hit anyone with your car anymore (unless of course you didn't put the parking brake on). In the safety of your (hopefully padded) house, you cannot hurt yourself or others. Then I buy another the next day. |