Coffee is life.
I started drinking coffee when I was ~9ish. I was the only kid during the holidays, and it was always the same tradition: after dinner, the men would collapse in the living room, put on whatever game, and fall asleep, while the women would sit around the table drinking coffee before dessert was ready. I wanted to be a grown up, so I would drink coffee too. (In my memory, I drank the same stuff as everyone else, but I'm fairly certain it was just milk and sugar with a splash of coffee. Still, it made me like the taste!)
When I was in high school, we had volleyball practice before school started, so my mom would get up with me at 530, we'd sit and have coffee, then she'd take me to practice. It became a morning ritual I really enjoyed, and we continued after the volleyball season ended (although a little later).
I used to drink it with tons of milk and sugar. Now I'm down to a splash of almond or skim milk and a splenda or a little bit of sugar. I can drink it black too, but I enjoy it more with a bit of extra flavoring.
Work provides free coffee, so I'm set five days a week. On weekends or any days off, I have a $20 coffee maker and I buy whatever grounds are on sale. Honestly I'm not big on the taste (good coffee is goooood, but I'll drink crap too). It's all about the morning ritual... the smell of coffee, holding the hot cup in your hands, taking that first burning sip, taking that second, much nicer sip...
I do *occasionally* indulge in Starbucks treats - it's very rare during most of the year, but I do admit I love their pumpkin spiced lattes during the fall (the fall is my season, everything is just wonderful). I think I managed only two this past year because I'm focusing on losing weight, and as delicious as they are, Hello Sugar Land! And the skinny ones don't taste as good.