It's a beautiful thing

As I am sitting at my desk, I thought, hmm….I need to confess to something. Before I say it, it is something absolutely secretive. Not a single soul knows this except for its creator – me.

Moving on, I have a guilty pleasure. No, it isn’t the silver bullet. Get your mind out of there. Ok ok, come back….go south and never look up. Good. Circles. Nice circles.

Got it?

Never mind


You know, my guilty pleasure has gotten me in a lot of trouble in the past with my non-fanatical-non-addicted soul to its competitors.

It gets harder and harder to restrain my hand from reaching, deep…. deep in the black cave…

…to find my wallet and pull out three shiny quarters and hand them over to my Greek gentleman.

There. It takes quarters – three to be exact to satisfy my lust for that delicious wet essence.

It satisfies me like no other. It runs through my veins, pumping energy and leaving me breathless, wanting more…craving even more.

I am addicted to coffee.

Not just any coffee. The one on 57th and 8th. The one my Greek Gentleman serves me.

For only three shiny quarters.

I’ve been a victim for years now. The big corporation called Starbucks will never have my soul.

Never.

2 comments:

    On January 16, 2008 at 7:49 PM Anonymous said...

    Then I guess I am the devil... Starbucks has taken over my soul ever since I layed eyes on it.

    Oh and by the way-- you are definitely not the only one addicted!

    -Tiff

    ha!

    man those coffees are banginnn'