An Ode to PSL

There are plenty of singular adjectives that can be used to describe me, some of them appropriate, others not. But I am not ashamed to admit that I am the textbook definition (okay, so maybe not textbook, but rather Urban Dictionary) of basic. Name something that's stereotypically basic and I can guarantee that I have fangirled over it in the past or am currently fangirling over it at this exact moment. Harry Styles? YAS. Quilted puffer vests + riding boots? YAS. The word YAS? YAS. But I think the most basic of all basic things that I choose to indulge in are the good ole Pumpkin Spice Lattes.

PSLs from Starbucks are my tertiary limb come September. I live and breathe the PSL. I bask in it, I practically bathe in the spicy concoction so I can be completely immersed in its glory. I want to become one with pumpkin everything during the fall, but the PSLs are just on another level.

I don't know what it is about PSLs that makes me loony for lattes, but I just can't get enough. It doesn't have to be cold outside. I'll get my PSLs iced. I'll take a sip of that delectable, slightly orange drink anytime anywhere. You name a place, I'll be there sporting my drink in hand. Family party? Done. Basketball games? Been there. Sitting on the couch watching Mean Girls on a Saturday night? Literally just did that the other day, it's been accomplished.

Employers, you can pay me in PSLs if you so desire. Those suckers can get pretty pricey, give me a venti every hour and we can call it even. Maybe throw in a cake pop or two, a nice bottle of water to break up the PSLs. I'll be ready.

So, to sum it all up...

Pumpkin Spice Latte, I know we haven't known each other that long...but you're the most important thing in my life...a life that I'd like to spend with you. PSL, will you marry me?