Pasta, bagels, cookies, donuts, you name it.
Literally me 24/7.
I'm not sure when it started, maybe it was those tasty, tasty animal crackers my mum fed me as a wee sprout. Or perhaps it was the introduction to pizza day Wednesday in school every week. Somewhere between birthday cakes, cupcakes, and pancakes I developed a strong bond with the delicious, delicious food.
My name is Kate, and I love carbs.
I can't for the life of me understand why people would hate carbs. Like, when a girl says, "ew I don't like bread". Say whaaaat? You lyin' gurl! I could literally eat bread at every meal, especially french bread. Sometimes I wish I cold carry a french baguette with me everywhere I go, like a samurai carries his sword. Baguette: an elegant weapon for a more civilized age.
And sure, carbs are the cause of about 30 extra pounds around my hips, and have single-handedly contributed to my bodacious booty, but you know what? I'm okay with that. I'd take a breadstick over a celery stick any day. Actually, I'd take a regular stick over a celery stick any day, 'cause ew. Does anyone really even like celery on it's own?