coffee poo

**mood: bummed
**noise: canned heat...jamiroquai

i'm a confessed coffee snob. steve and i buy our fav fair trad coffee from puravida, or he roasts his own. we grind it and only use a french press, drink it with organic creamer.... when we go out for coffee, he gets an americano, i get a red eye. we're creatures of habit. we're picky when it comes to coffee. i should know better, but i don't. every now and then i want to try something different. that brings us to today. i wanted something sweet, but i'm sensitive to sugar..too much and i crash, hard. so i try to avoid high fructose and such, so i was trying to choose at the local charlotte coffee house when the barista, who knows my tastes, suggests to get a strong latte. so against my better judgement, i give it a whirl. and now, i sit here at work with a sour mess of a beverage, and missing my tried and true red eye. he's still a great barista...i just now know that i can't stand lattes.

ahh, the joy of hindsight.