Thursday, August 27, 2009

Caffeine is the Devil

I really hate the idea of being dependent on anything on a daily basis, but it seems to be a losing battle with caffeine. I've had a true love-hate relationship with diet coke the past few years, especially when it comes down to the fact I just feel better off it. And now I'm leaning towards becoming a coffee drinker, strangely enough. I like the idea of it, just like some people like the idea of living in a dingy Paris apartment overlooking the Seine and smoking for breakfast and feeling depressed about life. People are weird.

I'm thinking about moving to a one bedroom apartment. I worry that I'm not good living alone, that I wouldn't go out and I'd be a hermit, but that's a bullshit response. It might have been true a year ago, but not now. I worry also that if anything goes wrong the only person who pays is me. I also worry some strange man will follow me home and accost me outside my door. I worry too that if I die in the bathroom no one will find me and I'll rot for weeks until someone downstairs complains about the smell. But really, I mostly worry about the strange man.

I've decided to go get a cup of coffee on my way to work today. I'm really, really looking forward to it. Also, I'm not looking forward to work. Sigh. I have to find another job because this one isn't giving me enough hours. Stupid job.

Things will get better. Coffee will fix it all.


Madman said...

I wrote a poem about living in a smoky parisian apartment overlooking the seine. i'm writing this while drinking a mocha frappuccino. i fear strange men. GET OUTTA MY HEAD tdawg!

Teresa Claire said...

Dude, when are you going to realize we are the same person?! I practically live with you and your woman, your cat loves my stuff, and we both have blogs. True story.

Mark said...

yes. it. will. I need a cup right now! We do need to get a stiff drink and commiserate

Lauren said...

But only if it's starbucks coffee.