Hi, my name is Jeanee, [“Hi Jeanee”], and I’m a coffee addict.
It started in 2007 while attending grad school; it was something easy to grab on the go at one of those food carts, with lots of cream and sugar. It was cheap and it was breakfast.
After three years of regularly consuming the addictive stimulant, I have become a dependent. To save money, I’ve been drinking black coffee during the week, and therefore, my tolerance has risen.
I had no time for a cup today and my head began to throb by 11am. By lunch, I was rushing to my car to go to the nearest Starbucks and I was so happy they were giving out sample espresso from their new line of coffee. I took a shot and ordered a cup. Within thirty minutes I was back to my normal state and my head throbbed no more. Starbucks was my tylenol; Starbucks/coffee is my poison.
Blimey! It’s hot. When the Bay area experiences days and weeks reaching the 90s in September, there must be something very wrong.
In the heat of the night I browse through magazine upon magazine, trying to grasp a vision of my own wedding day. I am not an indecisive person; I go to a store and I know what I want. With wedding planning, it’s a little more complicated because there are countless options for the same design. Which vendor, which caterer, which company, which designer has the best design/look at the best price, etcetera etcetera. This is turning out to be a puzzle with a thousand pieces.
I’m listening to The Best of Chet Baker Sings, tomorrow is Friday, and Monday is a holiday. Simple pleasures.