My name for all intensive purposes is my favorite drink from Starbucks. Intriguing, I know. I am facing many downs at this point in my life, and writing this funky rhymes and sonnet attempts is sort of a small release. Let me know how crappy (but dont get crazy harsh), or how potentially good they may be. Or just drop a comment.

Thanks,

Salted Caramel Mocha (preferably in frappachino, but hot is good also)