just to stay abreast

Learning to like tea is not nearly as hard as learning to like coffee. In fact, it's not hard at all. It's unthreatening and watery, you don't have to add much sugar to make it sweet, and it doesn't make you screw up your face the first 20 times you drink it. If I had known this I might have started drinking tea first and worked my way up to black coffee, but since I started at the other end of the spectrum, tea is no problem. And there is a communal tea kettle in our flat's kitchen, whereas the coffee maker acually belongs to someone. Not to mention that it's a much simpler process to make a cup of tea--why don't they have coffee bags, like seriously? So last week, partly because George freaked out about someone drinking the last of his, and partly because whitfield was coming to visit, I bought my very own box of PG Tips and stole some little milk thingies from burger king, and with the help of my cadbury fingers and McVitties digestives, I'm well on my way to becoming a real brit. This is not to say that a single drop of coffee on my tongue can't still change my entire outlook on the world. OMG coffee. We still hang out now and then, but we've grown apart. I used to be able to tell coffee anything. Now we just smile and say hi as we pass on the street. I wish we could just go back to the way things used to be. Coffee, if you're reading this, give me a call or something. Maybe we can go grab a coffee sometime; catch up.