The-unnamed-nobody-cares-I-sure-hope-you-don't-read-this-post.

I clicked the new post button.

I don't know what I'm going to write about.

Starbucks.  You have this effect on me.  To write...to write...to write.  WITH NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT.

Me and my venti hazelnut misto are bonding over my indecisiveness.  I was sure I wanted the misto.  The rest was cloudy.  Just like the weather.

I am determined to be a good writer someday.  Someday.  Maybe that someday will include the pacific northwest, some mad musical skills, and a bakery/coffee shop that I own and manage.

Maybe.

Maybe someday.