Well, this started out as a serious portrait but I think it went downhill somewhere around the bunny bathrobe.

This is why the glorious Nedded sips only the finest of teas.
See, I really don't like the smell of coffee. But for some reason there's always a pot of it somewhere in my vicinity. I usually drink some form of tea (not sure exactly what it's called) that tastes good just the way it's brewed. So one morning I stumble over and grab a nice hot mug of dark liquid and gulp it down.

OH GOD THE BITTERNESS. That pot must have been sitting there for days. Maybe it's still the same pot; I've never seen anyone actually making the coffee.

And I don't know why I part my hair in the middle. Maybe it's the floofy ponytail.

I need to stop typing because I'm running out of scroll bar.