stop talking about coffee already

I love coffee. I'm serious. I love it. I.LOVE.IT. It's ridiculous really. A few years back I couldn't stand the stuff. The only reason I started drinking it was because it just seemed like the right thing to do at two in the morning at the all night diner after being out. (Shout out to all my AC's friends! LOL!!) Now I'm actually taking the time to write about how much I love it. What the heck? I don't even know why I'm writing about it, except that I am sitting here with a giant mug of coffee right now, and it is so delicious that I can't really focus on anything else. It's sick really. And I've written about it before (coffee) which only makes it worse that I'm doing it again. Ugh. It's worse than I thought - I've actually written about it twice before (more coffee).
I don't think I can let this go on. Today I am having a good ol' fashioned cup o' Folgers with hazelnut creamer. It's perfect. I love it. I love my coffee. That's right, I said it. It's warm and smooth and perfect. Well maybe perfect is an exaggeration. But it's pretty darned good.
I love to go out for coffee. Do you want to meet for coffee? Cause I'll be right there. I love to sit in the shop and smell the wonderful aromas and watch all the pretentious coffee snobs order their ridiculously complicated special brews and read and study and absorb it all in. It's wonderful. I love it. I love the experience. I love coffee.