I'm not sure why I like to make myself suffer.
I didn't get enough sleep and I would have done better if I would have just accepted this fact and made a coffee instead of having my first words of the day spit from a forked tongue.
I'm pretty sure I saw a few horns come out as well.
There was almost a death in the family.
chihuahua fucking stew anyone?!
Papi was trying to get Psycho Kitty out of the poo-box and Sir Bark-A-Lot was doing his usual, "Lemme at 'im! Lemme at 'im!" thing.
Of course, I woke up way too early for my day off/beginning of 3 day mayhem.
I really do have 3 treacherous days ahead of me and I don't need to wind up with another fucking fever while I'm trying to get my voice back up to snuff.
So, needless to say, I really gave Papi a hard time this morning.
good fucking morning mother fuckers!!!!!!!!!!!! how do ya fucking like me now??!?!?!?
I've accepted Sir Bark-A-Lot's apology and am now enjoying a cup of coffee.
Had I have done that in the first place, I would have had a cup of attitude adjustment before I let Papi see my worst profile.
My intention really was to stay off the coffee as much as possible. Hence, I spend every day repeating the mantra I learned at an anonymous club for drunks.
"One day at a time."
In the case of my coffee addiction, it really is one minute at a time.
I constantly have to check in with myself, "Do you really need a coffee? Or is it the addiction talking? Could you go without and manage the day?"
This has been a battle for years!
I was so proud of myself all those years that I could say to people, "Oh, no, I don't drink coffee. I don't even eat chocolate because the caffeine will deplete all the vitamins."
little miss holier than thou
Mind you, this was at the same time as I'd drink my face off, smoke anything I could get and remain snap drunk and high every chance I was able.
So, why is it that I try so hard to delete the only vice I have?!?!?!
It's a fucking cup of coffee!!!!!
just drink the fucking thing you fucking crazy lady!!!!!
I love coffee and coffee loves me.
**takes another gulp of spicy cinnamon and sweet stevia infused black goodness**
I start every day with the battle. And why?
I mean, it's not going to kill me, but every day I spend the whole day obsessing about one cup of coffee.
Yeah, I know I'm crazy. I'm good with it.
I should just accept that it's the only thing I really have as a vice.
So, now I make the solemn vow!
I, Andréa Hector-Brown, will no longer torture myself with abstaining from nature's most amazing miracle.
Life is too fucking short.
**take the last drops of coffee and smiles at the world**