It could lead to funny conversations, like the time I left home without my shoes and didn't even notice for nearly ten minutes.
It could lead to deep conversations, like how I'd be lost without my family.
But instead, I'm going to write about me without caffeine.
How can I best describe me without caffeine? Hmmm. Let me put it this way. I'm a bitch. A total bitch. I'm grumpy. Moody. I'll rip your head off over the least little thing.
Let's say you breath too loudly around me. I will look so deeply into your eyes, with an evil look, and curse your very ancestors for creating you. I will practically breath fire at you. Burning you to cinders.
Ok, I'm getting a little carried away. But you get my point. Me without caffeine is not a pretty picture.
I'm hooked. I'm an addict. A caffeine junkie. Is there rehab for caffeine addictions? No? Good! Because I don't want to be cured!
Stripper, my boyfriend, often harasses me over my caffeine addiction. My reply to him, "Caffeine is my ONLY weakness! I don't smoke, don't drink, don't do drugs! I could be addicted to much worse stuff! Let me enjoy this, dammit!"
Rise, all my fellow caffeine addicts! Let's rejoice! Then let's enjoy a tall glass of whatever your caffeine preference is. Mine is Coca Cola.
Excuse me while I go open a cold can of happiness.