I want my coffee as black as the deepest depths of hell.
Other times I want to go all cutesy and put lots of cream and 84 more words
I can only distantly remember a time when I added a cup of milk and two packets of sugar to my coffee. Drowning out the bitterness with creamy, sugary goodness in order to mirror my mother’s personal preferences, all the while, judging my father highly for his decision to drink his coffee straight from the pot. 232 more words