Coffee = Um, Love
I love coffee. I like it rich and creamy and sweet, preferably with whipped cream on top. I'll buy it from Starbucks if I have to but I'm almost as happy with it from anywhere else.
True story: When I was 18, there was this street fair downtown. It was like, the only thing to do in town that was halfway interesting. There was this coffee shop on the street that made the best coffee. My friends and I used to get this creamy vanilla thing (it was almost more cream and sugary goodness than coffee) called a white magic. It was absolutely, completely amazifuckingfabulous. I swear. So I made this joke one day that the drink was better than sex. (Trust me, if you knew half the guys I'd known when I was 18 you'd agree.) Somehow my goofball friend latched onto the idea, and soon "coffee" became our secret code word for sex. "I need more coffee. Honestly!" It was perfectly acceptable to say in front of a boy or a parent or a boss. It was pretty damn funny.
I could sure use some coffee right about now...