((I’m gonna be there))

- Cold Dark World/ Weezer

Early this morning, I dreamt of this white chocolate mocha whatssits drink (sans whipped cream). Possibly due to the fact that I had a cup while hanging out at Starbucks the night before. And now I want another. Whether from Starbucks or Coffee Bean, I don’t give a damn. They both taste the same to me.

Eurgh. I can’t believe I’m drinking coffee. Well, a very sweetened variation of it, muted slightly by the artificial chocolate flavour. BUT COFFEE BASED, NO LESS! I can still taste the bitterness on my tongue and smell that strong, burnt smell that one can only associate with the beverage. This is not good. I’ve been a tea!girl for my whole life (occasionally indulging in hot chocolate and white malt) and now I’m drinking the one thing that I vowed not to?

It’s preposterous, absurd! Colour. Me. Shocked. Well, more like colour me flabbergasted. But it doesn’t have that much of a ring to it.

I feel dirty. Like I’ve just performed sacrilege.

I need to take a shower.

p.s. Mas, on the very very very slim chance that you read this, I still don’t think the barista’s cute. His hair was too dorky and he seemed so POSEUR. Sorry babe.