coffee (written for a friend's book)

I love coffee. I need it every fucking morning. The smell wakes me up. Don’t even get me started on a day without coffee. There is no day without coffee. As a child, my mom didn’t stop me from drinking ice coffee. I probably drank more ice coffee than milk. Hence, which is why I’m so short. I blame it on that. Without coffee, I’m so cranky, angry, and not awake. I worked at Starbucks for 2 years. It’s always been a dream of mine to be a barista. The hot bar and I made love every day. I miss working at Starbucks. Not the customers, but making the drinks. The customers are fucking annoying. They’re just annoying people who want their coffee.. like me. Iced Venti, 2 shots of espresso, 3 pumps of mocha, light ice, ice coffee. Twice a day. Best part of summer. If I had time, I’d go to Starbucks in the morning too, then once during lunch break, and once after work. Definitely not that shitty coffee from Dunkin Donuts that tastes like burnt water. The only reason why people like the taste of Dunkin Donuts coffee is because they load it up with so much fuckin sugar that they can’t taste the coffee anymore. Speaking of which, I need my mother fuckin’ coffee.