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I GOING TO MARRY COFFEE

"Janus, what drives you?"

I look up, nervously sweating. I want to say something inspiring, something that will make the person asking feel good about themselves and make myself look good, but the answers forming in my head are all lies.

Because my drive is fueled by coffee, and nothing but coffee. My art, my education, my social life, all depend exclusively on coffee. Every creative idea, every aced exam, every achievement in my life, I owe to coffee. When I wake up in the morning, I drink a cup of coffee, and when I get home from a coffee powered day at the university, I drink a cup of coffee. My friend calls and asks if I want to hang out, and I tell him to hold on one moment while I check on the brewing coffee. Last time I donated blood, they told me my blood type had changed to C, an all new type, short for Coffee. I am energizing to be around, because the air I exhale is rich with caffeine.

Coffee is my nectar, and after reblogging this dangerously arousing gifset, guess what I’m gonna do? You’re damn right, I’m gonna go make myself another hot cup of coffee, and not even the apocalypse can stop me.

WHAT??? DID YOU SAY COFFEE????!?!?!!?? CCOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFEEEEEEE O.O πŸ˜±πŸ˜±πŸ˜±πŸ˜±πŸ˜±πŸ˜±β˜•β˜•β˜•β˜•β˜•β˜•β˜•β˜•β˜•β˜•β˜•πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜β€β€

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