My friend Crystal sent me this poem. It’s perfect.

She hasn’t moved to the trailer park yet therefore she still goes by her own name.

I’m an addict. I love the stuff and could “literally” drink it all day. Hot or cold. I could care less. I just ❤️ coffee.

Hello. My name is Nadine Bodine and I’m addicted to coffee. There. I said it. Admitting is the first step.

Don’t be crossing your fingers or making any bets. It’s the only step I plan on taking.

Sometimes. After work. I get in my car and drink the few sips…if there are any…from the cup. Old cream and all. I’m probably gonna get ptomaine poisoning or something worse. But I don’t care.

Because I’m an addict. It’s my only vice. Ok. That and wine and sex. And shoes. Oh! And purses.

I’m a complete grumpy kitty until I’ve had at least two full cups.

And please don’t ask me to make a lifetime decision bigger than what kind of cereal I’m gonna have. Cause that’s all you’ll get.

Addictedly yours,

Nadine Bodine

Your VERY Best friend in the whole wide world<<
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