Anybody that knows me well knows that I'm head over heals for coffee. I have loved it ever since I was five when my Papa gave me a sip of his. If I'm not home, I'm probably at Starbucks confusing the barista with the most complicated order on earth. I was at one point drinking so much coffee that I started getting caffeine withdrawals, which caused a odd panic attack. Still drank it anyways. Starbucks cards fill my wallet as do the cups in my trash can. I have got to the point now, where I drink it strong and black. Yum:) So, I just felt I need to speak about my life long obsession. I feel better now.
Until Next Time,
Madison
XOXO