I went to PETA's website yesterday, after the amazing, heavenly Arby's sandwich. This same action solidified my veganism ten years ago, but somehow I didn't think twice about it. I read and read about all the bad stuff I've been ignoring for four years, and in an instant, decided that I would no longer eat meat. As Karen and I sat down to eat at one of our favorite burger places, I ate my black bean salsa and toasted pita chips and began to tell her tiny factoids about how community-oriented cows are, and how chickens like to spend time in groups, all the things that PETA taught me. She looked around, and tried to change the subject by asking:
'How about you tell me what you know about pita'
me: (blink. blink, blink.)
How often is it that one tries to change the subject, and randomly picks another word that sounds exactly like the word they're trying to avoid? Probably not often.
It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter. - Victor is finally home from Japan and I didn’t set the house on fire or eat any of our pets while he was gone. Yay for the small things! He always comes b...
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