whenever i go to suckbucks, it's a crapshoot. i never know if my chai tea latte is going to be good or not. i've blogged about this before... and the fact that i've turned into the type of person who goes to suckbucks, still amazes me. but not more than the fact that i am not only the type of person who goes there (and bitches about it), but that i'm the person who goes there and is a SNOB about it. i am a fucking starbucks drink snob.
i like foam. extra foam. but i don't like it poured into the drink. i like it scooped by the spoonful on the top. and i don't like the crappy foam either. the foam that is basically just a bunch of air. the moment it hits your cup, it disappears. the foam that has no taste. no consistancy. no texture. the foam that is worthless and should die a horrible death. the foam i always seem to get when i order extra foam. yeah, that one sucks and it pisses me off.
but this..... this is the picture of perfection.
this is the foam that makes angels sing and the heavens clear. foam you could dive into and live in! this is the foam of the gods. it's thick. it's sweet. i want to bathe in it. i love this foam. i actually have to stop myself from licking my computer screen. i want to lick it so badly! but i won't...... i think.
omg, someone shoot me.