2% Milk

I have this thing with milk. Normally I think it's horribly disgusting and gross, but then again, normally I buy non-fat milk - you know, the blue milk.

However, one morning on my trip with David and Stephanie over new year's, I got tired of heavy fattening breakfasts and decided to order some Frosted Flakes (yum!) via room service. That morning I really liked the milk and I couldn't figure out why except that maybe it was because it was 2% or higher in fat.

So recently I purchased some 2% milk and tonight I am eating some Frosted Flakes for dinner (because I found a single serving container in a duffle bag while unpacking - yes I am seriously that low on food again) and I poured my 2% milk all over them, and I don't hate this milk either.

Although I did just noticed that my fridge was turned down to the lowest setting possible so now I'm sort of freaking out on the inside even though it tasted and smelled fine. Thanks mom, for making me paranoid about everything rotting. Good job.

Anyway, I think maybe I might not hate milk anymore. I'm not sure I could up and drink it out of a glass for a snack or anything like that (except maybe with a peanut butter sandwich because that's always sounded good to me) but I might *try* it under the right circumstances.