Dear decaf coffee,
I despise you. What exactly is the point of you? The enjoyment of coffee is based on the stimulance and the revolting addictive flavour. The word decaf instantly turns off all hope for my enjoyment in coffee.
This normal Wednesday morning, being a school morning, I woke up at 6:30. A haneous time of morning. After putting on my makeup by lamplight, (due to the early dark hour) I dragged myself down the stairs to the kitchen, poured the typical cup of coffee, and went about my normal morning routine. The taste differed than the usual brew, but ignorantly thought to myself "well, coffee is coffee" (deliciously untrue).
Still hanging onto that morning lull by 7:30, I set off for school. I'm usually more alert by this time, but life doesn't stop simply because I lack the morning person qualities. Who is a morning person anyways? I arrive at school, along with my entire algebra 2 class, and await the teacher's arrival. We discover by glancing at the syllubus, there is no class today; what a waste of perfectly good excuse to sleep in. STILL in the hazy morning mood, I decide to pick up a little pick-me-up coffee on the way home. Now I started waking up.
I realized when I got home, decaf coffee was brewed. DECAF COFFEE. A handful of condescending adjectives for decaf in my opinion: disgraceful, useless, imcompetent, & detestable. I suppose now I could be classified as a hater. That label in terms of decaf coffee, seems accurate to me.
