whenever i eat a pb&j with raspberry jam,
my wombmate goes nuts.
kicking like crazy and loving every bite.
jalepeno poppers always lure me in
with the promise of cheese and a crunchy outside.
as soon as i take that first bite,
they immediately turn on me by
burning my mouth and upsetting my stomach.
next time, i'm skipping the middle man
and going straight for mozarella sticks.
i never want to buy chocolate peanut butter ice cream
but whenever i'm eating ice cream i think,
"man, chocolate peanut butter ice cream
would be gooooood right about now."
i continue to singlehandedly
drink almost a gallon of milk a week.
sometimes cory helps out
but most of the credit/blame/strong bones belong to me.
speaking of milk,
i never thought i could love 2%
as much as i do.
everything else is just white water.
last night i worked on some night cheese.
freshly sliced off the brick.
i can't even talk about how delicious it was.
cheese is the reason i could never be vegan.
and ice cream.
and literally all the foods.