The other day I went food shopping. I really like food shopping, except for the fact that I feel like people are secretly judging the contents of my carriage. Let's take me in the bread aisle for example: I'm not a huge fan of wheat bread *GASP*. I know I know. Sorry for living. I like white bread. And I cannot even come up with a good reason why, except I just do. Most of the time I buy the Wonder Bread that's called "the white bread lovers wheat bread" or something like that. It has that fluffy white bread texture, but it's brown and, I guess, really wheat, not white. But the last time I went shopping thy didn't have any. And while there were plenty of wheat breads to choose from, for some strange reason the good old regular Wonder white bread was calling my name. And I succumbed to it. I'll admit. But as I put it in my carriage I could feel the judging eyes of everyone around me. "No wonder why she's overweight, she eats white bread!! She probably like whole milk too!"
Well for the record I do like whole milk. But I refuse to buy it because my fellow shoppers might actually have strokes if they had to watch that. So I'll buy 2%. But I do desire whole milk. Look, I don't like yogurt. I don't like skim milk. Sue me!! I'm a grown adult. I should be able to buy whatever I want, when I want and not worry about what other people think of me. But I do worry about it. Isn't that so lame? Eh, fuck it. Next time I'm buying whole milk in the light block bottle. And throw in some double stuft Oreos while I'm at it. Word!
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