I never thought that I would ever be able to stomach the taste of coffee, let alone enjoy it. The smell has always made me want to be sick on the closest thing to me.
Now in my twentieth year, I am finding myself drinking gallons of the stuff a week. Due to, initially, the need to stay away and get my uni work finished. But the weird thing is i'm beginning to like drinking it. Whereas normally I have to hold my nose and hope for the best. The other day the words "I really fancy a coffee" actually came out of my mouth. This is the start of yet another unhealthy addiction.
P.S I like mine black with two sugars.
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