dontcryoverspiltalmondmilk

i'm laying in my bed eating jelly-flops. ok i am not, but i wish i was.

i am sitting on the floor eating cereal with almond milk. almond milk is a new adventure as i despise milk of all forms. so far so good. that is after i spilled my entire bowl onto my orange carpet. can't see it, but i'm sure i'll smell it soon.

i guess it used to be a thing for when a woman got married, she would take her breakfast in bed. married women have all luck! they get to eat in bed AND get their backs washed.

there are about 7 boys in my living room. i had to sneak into the main room to get some almond milk, and i said "i feel like i should wear a boy disguise to fit in". one of them said i didn't need one--i was already one of the guys. boom boom boom. i'm guessing he meant a really feminine gay man...

maybe it has to to with the sweatsuit or carhart hat. maybe its my boy like lower body. all i can say is there comes a time in every young woman who has ever been compared to a boy multiple time's life to start wearing mini skirts and cleavage exposing leopard print shirts. look out bellingham!