So today, I WAS the chick from the Devil Wears Prada. I was sent out at my internship to deliver some really important stuff. There I am, weaving through midtown traffic trying my best not to side-swipe vehicles while reading my crumpled mapquest directions as exits go flying by faster than my brain can comprehend.
Thank God I wasn’t given a crazy Starbucks order for seven mocha espressos with extra whip and soy milk. And speaking of soy milk, that stuff is so delicious I don’t think I’ll ever go back to standard milk. Why did I buy soy milk in the first place? Well, due to my psychosomatic onslaught of health problems, I decided this week that I was lactose intolerant (completely not the case). Last week I was convinced I had a gluten intolerance. The problem is I can’t stick to a restricted diet long enough to find out if the malady is imaginary or not. Plus, I would never accept being gluten intolerant for inability to go on living without beer and bread (mostly beer). I would cry big wheat-free tears.
Anyway, my morning cereal never tasted so good. Soy milk is actually delectable- AND serves a purpose other than fueling the egos of environmental organic hipsters. Though I hear it stimulates hormone production. Good thing I’m a chick, no man boobs for me! Just silky Raisin Bran.. mmm..
