Make mine a Triple!

Coffee 3 Years ago I would have told you my dependency on coffee was strictly taste based, but as I sit her, laptop sizzling off the top layer of my thighs and screaming at my children to take it down a notch I realize that my morning Starbucks run is no longer merely a happy spot in my day but a necessity.  How am I certain of this you ask? Well, if you could see my kitchen the answer would be quite obvious seeing as how I have had 0 motivation in the cleaning department today.  The other reason? Because my tolerance for human interaction has almost completely depleted, leaving me almost incapacitated and wishing I was curled up in the fetal position in a closet.  I have in fact turned into the girl I hate.  The girl who snarls at people before her first cup, the girl who blames everything on her lack of caffeinated beverages! I have morphed into the worlds worst version of myself.  Medusa on detox! And while I pity my family for their unfortunate luck of being stuck with me "the person who is 30 minutes away from any sort of drinkable latte", I pity y’all the most, cause I sucked you in with my witty charm and now your stuck with my sarcastic pessimism.

About Misty

Your friendly neighborhood narcissist. I'm sarcastic, cynical and a bit cranky. I own a soap box so big that sometimes I have difficulty stepping down off of it, and I'm about 94% certain I have multiple personalities. I don't sleep enough, and I read more than any person should ever consider normal. I have anger management issues, especially when I'm stuck in traffic and I have an unhealthy obsession with my Kindle. I am a vampire lovin', zombie obsessed, book-in-hand, iPod freak. You either love me or hate me. You be the judge.