I was always that odd one who always declined coffee when offered. Though when I was trying to impress my boss at a new job, I would always accept it and put on my best poker face when drinking it— Now that I think about it, those asshats didn’t deserve such dedication from me. Never again will I pretend to like something to impress anyone–but I’ll save that for another post. Anyway, the point is, I hate coffee. Always have, always will. Why? No clue. Just not tasty on my tongue/tastebuds. What can I say. Therefore, naturally, I had to find an alternative to coffee so that I could survive that hour commute into Portland or that alternative that would help me survive the 2PM energy crash. Yes, that’s a thing.