You know, at this point, I still don't know who I'm addressing as "you guys" since I literally have zero viewers. It's okay though, I guess.
I really should keep a list of all the things I want to write about, because I've been sitting at a really nice coffee shop for about half an hour now absentmindedly sipping on a caramel frappe (which tastes really great, by the way. Great job, Honu Coffee) racking my brain for something I could write about.
But then I remembered that this blog isn't about anything. I could write about the color of my underwear or something if I chose to.
Okay, I'm back. I know if you're reading this it would seem like I'd never left, but truthfully, between that last paragraph and this one, twenty minutes has passed. Twenty. Can we just let that sink in for a moment?
I'm just going to accept that this post probably won't have anything of substance to it at all, which is a shame because I'd hate to waste this opportunity to write in an environment that I'm not usually in.
I mean I could write about the recent events at the Republican and Democratic National Conventions. But who wants to read about such silly things? No matter how much we try to stop it, Trump is going to be president, right? (Please don't let that happen. I'm just kidding. I know it's not much better of an alternative but please vote for Hillary. I'm sorry. Never Trump. Please).
So for lack of better things to write about right now, I guess I'll just pretend I'm some kind of coffee expert and write a review of this caramel frappe I'm drinking:
It's really sweet, but not sickeningly so. If you care enough to read any of my other blog posts, you would see that I once had something of a caramel frappe at Starbucks, caramel waffle cone or something, and it tasted like an explosion of caramel. And not the good kind. Like, "CARAMEL IS THE SUPER BEST AND I'M SIX YEARS OLD AGAIN SO I LOVE OVERLY SWEET DIABETES INDUCING THINGS YAY" and not "I'm a responsible adult who enjoys coffee drinks that have tasteful undertones of a sweet flavor."
I taste a lot of milk or cream in this drink, so I suspect I'm going to suffer for it later.
And finally, I'm going to give it extra points for not coming from Starbucks because since it came from a small, locally owned coffee shop, I feel less like a basic bitch for ordering a caramel frappe.
Overall, 7/10 would (probably) get again.
And that's all for today guys! Sorry for the nonsense (not really). See you all tomorrow.