beginning stages of milkaholism

making my own dinner is hard. i like italian. pizza rolls were a big part of my diet last semester. i’m branching out this semester. i’m going to attempt to cook pasta. i bought the pasta three weeks ago, but i swear it’s coming. for some dinners i eat caesar salad and texas toast. you know… everything you should eat on the side of pasta.

i did try to make pancakes recently. i greased my pan with olive oil instead of cooking spray because it’s all i had, and google said i could. it also said it was healthier, so that cancelled out the fact that i was making pancakes. apparently i didn’t put enough oil because the pan was covered in pancake by the end of it. the bits i managed to get onto a plate were either burnt or raw (no in between). i still ate it, though.

i’ve been enjoying drinking milk from a glass. they’re skinny hogwarts house glasses. i think that adds to the experience. i take small sips like i have to pace myself. you would think i’m drinking alcohol, but instead of a hangover, i wake up with strong bones. don’t let me have too many of those.