Dear Coffee,
I love you. Especially when you're mixed with cream. And sometimes sugar. I love your hot creamy bitterness and there is no other way I would want to start my day. I love you with a breakfast sandwich. I love you with a sweet pastry. I love you over ice or even blended with ice. I love when you are turned into ice cream and I especially love when you are baked into something like a brownie or a cake. With you, my day is worth living. With you in my life, I can do anything I put my mind to.
Without you I am nothing. Without you my life is incomplete. without you I quake and shake, because it is your absence that makes me quiver with my longing for you. Many may say my trembling is a sign of my withdrawals from your wonderful caffeine, but I know it's from the withdrawals of your love in my system. Your love keeps me awake at night with all sorts of mind numbing thoughts. And then in the morning when I wake up groggy and tired, you are there to lift my spirits and perk me up for the rest of my day. You are like my elixir of life and I know I couldn't possibly live without you.
I remember the first time we crossed paths, we didn't really agree. I remember thinking I was never going to like you. But like loves that run deep my attraction to you grew over time. Our paths continued to cross and I grew to love you. And this love, this love has evolved over time. My love that was once just a simple trickle of water is now a fast running river. It is as wide as it is deep, and ever flowing. This, my love for you.
I know I've tried quiting you before. And it was all a mistake. Every time I think I'll move on to something new, like green tea or even juice, I know it's just a silly little phase and I know I'll come running back to you like the prodigal son. I can never deny you no matter how hard I try. Because who can live up to your greatness, your goodness. Living without you in my system is not really living.
Oh Coffee, as I currently sip on your wonderful juices, I know that I will never deny my cravings for you ever again. I love you, and I know you love me back. May I never go a day without you! Oh Coffee you wonderful, wonderful drink! Hear my praise, for I love you, and as long as I live, you will always and forever be a part of my life.
As the beautiful Olivia Newton-John said "I love you, I honestly love you." And as the great Ke$ha says "your love, your love, your love, is my drug." and then as Simple Plan says "I'm addict, I'm addicted to you." And as the true addict Amy Winehouse says "they tried to make me go to rehab, but I said 'no, no, no'." But I digress. In short, I love you.
The deepest and most sincere love,
Me <3.
Showing posts with label addiction. Show all posts
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Friday, April 29, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Couch Potato FTW.
I am a self diagnosed couch potato. I admit I'm pretty much addicted to TV. I'm not proud of it, but they always say the first step is admittance. It didn't happen suddenly. Like most addictions, it started off as a gradual thing.
When I was little my mother was very restrictive on the amount of TV I got to watch. I was never able to watch TV on Sundays or during school vacations. I'd always have something to do, and that something usually was going to my brother's soccer games on the weekend. And whenever I did get to watch TV my dad always had control over the remote, so I never got to choose what I wanted to watch. When I got older and I could eventually stay at home by myself what else would I do but turn on the TV.
It would be a few hours here, a few hours there, but in the begining I never would spend the whole time watching for the simple fear of my mother coming home seeing my just sitting on the couch having done nothing the whole time she was gone. Because an angry Asian mother is never a pretty sight. If she were to ever catch me spending the whole day in front of the television I think she would probably ban me from watching TV for a whole month... Wait, she has done that before.
So my secret TV watching went on for a while. I was like a crack addict hiding away in my closet. Taking a hit whenever I could. The second I could hear my parents start their car, the TV would be on and I'd be channel surfing the hours away. And the chores my parents gave me to do while they were away, were haphazardly done 30 minutes before they were due home. But the TV watching eventually caught up with me. My parents walked in on me doing some chores with the TV still on, but surprisingly they didn't really seam to care. So that lead to my parents seeing me on the couch just watching TV, and they didn't seem to mind that either as long as all of my chores were done.
Eventually all this TV watching lead to watching TV when my parents were home, to staying up to watch the next TV show, to having TV shows that I NEEDED to watch, to being full blown addicted and glued to the screen. It wasn't helped recently when my own father decided to upgrade our regular channels to the digital channels that has like 100 more channels to watch.
So if i didn't have enough of an addiction, my parents just added to the fact that I can now spend more time watching reality shows, cooking shows, comedy shows, medical shows and all the trashy television I love watching. Really, there is almost too much to keep up with some times.
But it's not like I even want to be cured of this "disease". I mean know I waste a lot of time watching TV, but I enjoy it. I mean have you seen the shit they put on nowadays? It is freakin' awesome. And being a person who likes to be up to date on pop culture, I feel like this TV watching does wounders for my pop culture knowledge. And until TV actually hinders my life I doubt I'll be quitting any time soon.
Spoken like a true addict. Peace.
When I was little my mother was very restrictive on the amount of TV I got to watch. I was never able to watch TV on Sundays or during school vacations. I'd always have something to do, and that something usually was going to my brother's soccer games on the weekend. And whenever I did get to watch TV my dad always had control over the remote, so I never got to choose what I wanted to watch. When I got older and I could eventually stay at home by myself what else would I do but turn on the TV.
It would be a few hours here, a few hours there, but in the begining I never would spend the whole time watching for the simple fear of my mother coming home seeing my just sitting on the couch having done nothing the whole time she was gone. Because an angry Asian mother is never a pretty sight. If she were to ever catch me spending the whole day in front of the television I think she would probably ban me from watching TV for a whole month... Wait, she has done that before.
So my secret TV watching went on for a while. I was like a crack addict hiding away in my closet. Taking a hit whenever I could. The second I could hear my parents start their car, the TV would be on and I'd be channel surfing the hours away. And the chores my parents gave me to do while they were away, were haphazardly done 30 minutes before they were due home. But the TV watching eventually caught up with me. My parents walked in on me doing some chores with the TV still on, but surprisingly they didn't really seam to care. So that lead to my parents seeing me on the couch just watching TV, and they didn't seem to mind that either as long as all of my chores were done.
Eventually all this TV watching lead to watching TV when my parents were home, to staying up to watch the next TV show, to having TV shows that I NEEDED to watch, to being full blown addicted and glued to the screen. It wasn't helped recently when my own father decided to upgrade our regular channels to the digital channels that has like 100 more channels to watch.
So if i didn't have enough of an addiction, my parents just added to the fact that I can now spend more time watching reality shows, cooking shows, comedy shows, medical shows and all the trashy television I love watching. Really, there is almost too much to keep up with some times.
But it's not like I even want to be cured of this "disease". I mean know I waste a lot of time watching TV, but I enjoy it. I mean have you seen the shit they put on nowadays? It is freakin' awesome. And being a person who likes to be up to date on pop culture, I feel like this TV watching does wounders for my pop culture knowledge. And until TV actually hinders my life I doubt I'll be quitting any time soon.
Spoken like a true addict. Peace.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
The Not So Secret Life of a Chocolate Addict
I've never had this big of an addiction to something in my life than my current addiction to chocolate. I really don't know what it is but recently I've just been craving chocolate like a PMS-ing high schooler.
It all stared with nutella. You know the chocolate hazelnut spread that tastes good on almost anything. Well I had a jar of it at home and I started eating it with bread, crackers and toasted tortillas... And it tasted SOFA KING good! I became addicted to this damn nutella and it was freakin' delicious! Honest, toasted tortilla with nutella and bananas, tasted like the most unbelievable crêpe ever!
Anyways, a week or two later my friend convinced me to buy a pack of mini M&Ms and regular M&Ms for reasons that shall remain between the two of us, (Ididn'tknowhowtoswollowpillssohetoldmetopracticeonM&Ms,yesIrealizehowpatheticthatis,don'tjudgeme,oksothejudegemntsalreadybeenmaAde,Ijustdon'twannahearit) and so here I was with these two packs of M&Ms. I don't normally like M&Ms because the chocolate is not particularly good but when I started eating these M&Ms they were the best goddamn thing I've ever had! I was experiencing a chocolate ecstasy like no other. By the time I realized I ran out of M&Ms it was too late, the addiction had set in. I was willing to lie cheat and steal, anything to get my hands on more chocolate.
It was the only thing that could satisfy me. I wanted chocolate and I wanted it now! Luckily the gods must have heard my request for my mother had a gift certificate to See's Candy! It was as if the gods had spoken and they chose me! Me, just a small town girl, living in a lonely world, I took the midnight train to Georgia... Okay not really, but here I was with a gift certificate to the ultimate candy shop. It was as if God approved of my addiction!
So I went to the store and it was a candy heaven! I mean the way they display all the candies is just so cute and it makes the candy even more appealing. They have all the boxed candies piled in heaps around the room all shiny in their boxes saying "take me home and eat me!" And the display for all the individual little chocolates makes them look like little chocolaty gems. They are in their little dishes according to flavor as they softly whisper, "try me, you know you want to, you know you want me."
I ended up getting some hard candies, vanilla and latte, which looking back on it I don't know why I didn't just get all chocolates... But then I was left with the option of getting some chocolates from the case... It was like asking an alcoholic what they wanted to drink first. I wanted to consume the whole case all by myself, except for the nougats and the creams... Those I'd probably just suck off the chocolate shells and then spit the rest out... But my options were limited and I had to choose right then and there.
So I picked up some scotch mallows and California brittle..... This was one of the best decisions of my life. When I got home that day with my little baggie filled with these candies I was beyond the need to consume them. But consume I did. I tried to savor the chocolaty goodness as best I could, but my parents decided they needed to eat some too, and before I knew it the bag that was once filled with the joy of the world, was now gone and in the deep dark pit that was my belly.
I was devastated. How could there be no chocolate left? How could I go on with my life. I needed my chocolate! I searched the house high and low for some kind of chocolate, but the only thing left in my house was the nutella. But how could I eat this damn paste and be satisfied after I just had some of the best chocolate of my life? How could you ask me to go from a fine wine to a disgusting beer? What could possibly satisfy my chocolate addiction?
So I baked a cake and used the nutella as a frosting.
It all stared with nutella. You know the chocolate hazelnut spread that tastes good on almost anything. Well I had a jar of it at home and I started eating it with bread, crackers and toasted tortillas... And it tasted SOFA KING good! I became addicted to this damn nutella and it was freakin' delicious! Honest, toasted tortilla with nutella and bananas, tasted like the most unbelievable crêpe ever!
Anyways, a week or two later my friend convinced me to buy a pack of mini M&Ms and regular M&Ms for reasons that shall remain between the two of us, (Ididn'tknowhowtoswollowpillssohetoldmetopracticeonM&Ms,yesIrealizehowpatheticthatis,don'tjudgeme,oksothejudegemntsalreadybeenmaAde,Ijustdon'twannahearit) and so here I was with these two packs of M&Ms. I don't normally like M&Ms because the chocolate is not particularly good but when I started eating these M&Ms they were the best goddamn thing I've ever had! I was experiencing a chocolate ecstasy like no other. By the time I realized I ran out of M&Ms it was too late, the addiction had set in. I was willing to lie cheat and steal, anything to get my hands on more chocolate.
It was the only thing that could satisfy me. I wanted chocolate and I wanted it now! Luckily the gods must have heard my request for my mother had a gift certificate to See's Candy! It was as if the gods had spoken and they chose me! Me, just a small town girl, living in a lonely world, I took the midnight train to Georgia... Okay not really, but here I was with a gift certificate to the ultimate candy shop. It was as if God approved of my addiction!
So I went to the store and it was a candy heaven! I mean the way they display all the candies is just so cute and it makes the candy even more appealing. They have all the boxed candies piled in heaps around the room all shiny in their boxes saying "take me home and eat me!" And the display for all the individual little chocolates makes them look like little chocolaty gems. They are in their little dishes according to flavor as they softly whisper, "try me, you know you want to, you know you want me."
I ended up getting some hard candies, vanilla and latte, which looking back on it I don't know why I didn't just get all chocolates... But then I was left with the option of getting some chocolates from the case... It was like asking an alcoholic what they wanted to drink first. I wanted to consume the whole case all by myself, except for the nougats and the creams... Those I'd probably just suck off the chocolate shells and then spit the rest out... But my options were limited and I had to choose right then and there.
So I picked up some scotch mallows and California brittle..... This was one of the best decisions of my life. When I got home that day with my little baggie filled with these candies I was beyond the need to consume them. But consume I did. I tried to savor the chocolaty goodness as best I could, but my parents decided they needed to eat some too, and before I knew it the bag that was once filled with the joy of the world, was now gone and in the deep dark pit that was my belly.
I was devastated. How could there be no chocolate left? How could I go on with my life. I needed my chocolate! I searched the house high and low for some kind of chocolate, but the only thing left in my house was the nutella. But how could I eat this damn paste and be satisfied after I just had some of the best chocolate of my life? How could you ask me to go from a fine wine to a disgusting beer? What could possibly satisfy my chocolate addiction?
So I baked a cake and used the nutella as a frosting.
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