I no longer drink nearly as much as I used to but, still, my motto is Sine coffea nihil sum. Without coffee, I'm nothing.
I just drink regular drip coffee, but I'm kind of a coffee baby.
I never really drank coffee in college, but now I'm on my feet all day and out all night and can't believe it hasn't always been in my life. When morning comes I crave it.
I'm just skin covering coffee and some real nervous teeth.
My children know not to shout before Mummy has warmed herself into something human with her coffee.
My life is, like, sponsored by Keurig.
I don't know how people live without coffee, I really don't.
I'm not a morning person: I can't function until I've had a coffee - or several.
scapegoat, n. I think our top two are: 1. Not enough coffee. 2. Too much coffee.
No one among us suffers the radical appreciation for coffee that I do. It calls to me, but I have learned not to listen.
I'm obsessed by coffee.
I could settle down into a state of equable low spirits, and resign myself to coffee.
I have to have coffee in the morning.
If I go anywhere, and I don't have my coffee, I don't drink coffee. When I travel, I carry it with me - and I ask hotels to grind it and brew it for me if I can't have it in my room myself. I'm dedicated that way.
Well, coffee is my drug of choice, generally, with a little bit of Pepsi here and there, if I need more sugar. But yeah, if I could do intravenous coffee, I would. But I guess that's pretty standard.
When I wake up in the morning, I just can't get started until I've had that first, piping hot pot of coffee. Oh, I've tried other enemas.
