Confession: I'm one of those terrifying coffee people. I need it every morning. I refer to my coffee maker as my boyfriend. I have very strong opinions about Starbucks. I am recognized at several Dunkin Donuts locations in New York and New Jersey.
The worst Russian exam I've ever had? Took that one after not having time to drink coffee beforehand.I once sent a text message (to a non-coffee-rabid recipient) saying, "THE ESPRESSO MACHINE AT JOE IS BROKEN MY LIFE IS OVER."
And I sort of meant it. When did I become this way? Not too long ago, really. I don't consider myself a coffee aficionado or even an expert on making it—I didn't know how to use a traditional drip coffee maker until last summer—but thanks to my handy-dandy Keurig and my discovery of the surprisingly tolerable Starbucks hazelnut latte (Don't worry Dunkin—my heart belongs to you, but Starbucks is closer to campus), I have arrived at this point.
