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forsythI learned something today, that makes much clear to me. Frappucinos aren't coffee. Even though they're sold in coffee places. It's not coffee when you add caramel, chocolate, whipped cream, regular cream, chocolate chips, etc. It's a milkshake. Frappucinos are just milkshakes that are sold as "coffee" so people can pretend it's coffee and have it for breakfast, or order it without embarrassment. Especially the ones without coffee in them, which are exactly milkshakes.
I had something else I wanted to write here also, something of more import and deepness than insights into marketing measures for corporate America, but the Internet has once again distracted me and torn the rails away from my poor train of thought quite effectively.
Also, it's 1:30, so sleep toxins make concentration hard. Which means I should either be in bed, or stick it out for another hour till they fade back and then kick in, hard, and give me nicely loony things to write.
If I wrote, which I haven't been lately. My longtime pal, irony, has deserted me, or perhaps, I've deserted it, for with the way the world's been going, and people who'll take any parody you do of them, and then do something so much more ridiculous and bad, humor's a hard weapon to wield. I've floundered around in too-familiar seas of depression and trudged through the mud of repetition, my reflexes aren't what they were, I've forgotten how to be naturally weird.
I had something else I wanted to write here also, something of more import and deepness than insights into marketing measures for corporate America, but the Internet has once again distracted me and torn the rails away from my poor train of thought quite effectively.
Also, it's 1:30, so sleep toxins make concentration hard. Which means I should either be in bed, or stick it out for another hour till they fade back and then kick in, hard, and give me nicely loony things to write.
If I wrote, which I haven't been lately. My longtime pal, irony, has deserted me, or perhaps, I've deserted it, for with the way the world's been going, and people who'll take any parody you do of them, and then do something so much more ridiculous and bad, humor's a hard weapon to wield. I've floundered around in too-familiar seas of depression and trudged through the mud of repetition, my reflexes aren't what they were, I've forgotten how to be naturally weird.
