ole, au lait

i always laugh when i wear my "boyfriend" jeans. partially because they're horrifically unflattering, but mostly because it would be really funny if i had a boyfriend who was size 4short. funny and unfortunate.

today was beautiful. the sun was shining, birds were chirping, kids were playing in the streets. i sat on the side of the road and read a book about murder.

i have to take my barista bar test next week. sometimes i excel under pressure, but most times i faint. i've always been scared of milk, but i'll be terrified of steaming it next friday.

my fear of milk runs deep. i guess it started when i bit my mother while nursing. (sorry. it's one of the only stories i know from when i was a little baby.) in elementary school i had to stay in the lunch room until i finished my lukewarm milk. i cried and cried and cried until they finally released me from my misery. i ran into my older sister in the hallway, who saw my pain. she could relate. she doesn't like milk either. safe to say, clayton elementary made a BIG mistake. i transferred to FVCA the next year...they didn't have the hot lunch option. or milk.