coffee

I want to get back in the habit of writing and these seems like as good a place to do it as any. However, I always feel like I need to prove myself here. No, not prove myself. Just that I need to have something to say. And these days I really don't. A couple of weeks ago I dropped a full cup of coffee down the stairs and on the second bounce the lid popped off and coffee flew all over the white carpet and the beige walls. I then proceeded to let out a string of curse words that lasted for a solid 45 seconds until my mom came running and told me not to use language like that. She probably would have said something too if my little sister wasn't around because it was a mess. It took about four days to finally get it all out, using a baking soda and water mixture multiple times. Then, about two days later, I was in the car putting the lid on my travel mug, but I had filled it too full and coffee started pouring out the sides of the mug and all over my pants and the seat of my car. Thankfully the pants were black so I didn't have to a) go home and change, or b) walk around all day looking like I had some crazy sort of accident, but the seat of my car has a big stain on it that I've just been avoiding. Then, a few days ago, I was sitting on my parent's white couch and I asked Taylor to pass me my mug of coffee from the kitchen and as she reached forward I reached back and my hand collided with the mug, spilling coffee all over the white couch. Actually, it only splashed a bit, but on a white couch it sure looks a lot. So we whisper panicked so as to not alert my mom, who was downstairs. We soaked it all up and then flipped the cushion over but if you look close you can still see it a bit. If my mom says anything we'll both just play dumb. Maybe this is a sign that I should stop drinking (so much) coffee but I refuse to let that be the case. I've just started being more careful.