#22

"You cannot be lonely if you like the person you're alone with."

A relationship is a funny thing. You either give yourself completely and wholeheartedly to someone or they slowly take tiny pieces from you over time. At first you don't notice that they're doing this. Never see it at all. But one day you will. Suddenly you'll wake up in the morning or say something in passing and it will hit you. You are gone. Someone has been chipping away at you taking, syphoning small parts of who you are and supplementing the holes with who they think you should be. They never take the ones you'd be better off without either. It's not the sloppiness, the dirty dishes or the refilling the gas tank after you use the car. It's always the "loves", the pieces of the world that can make you happy on their own- little morsels of love and light in the dark. Your personality is the first to be attacked. Whatever characteristics someone else thinks you can live without land on the chopping block.
Discovering this can just about kill you. Having another life leeching off or your own could prove disastrous. After you've removed the parasite from your life you find yourself spending all your time collecting the pieces of yourself lost, fallen to the waist side. It's easy to forget who you once were. Changing for someone you love seems like a great idea at the time. But how are they loving the "real" you if they don't want to be around the "real" you. It's not love- it's possession. There's nothing wrong with changing for someone when it is the bad habits, the messy living, the refilling of the tank. That's change worth doing because it doesn't define you. It's compromise for someone you're sharing your life with. The real you is your politics, your favorite movies, music and books, your friends and opinions. When you've regrouped and collected, you get to know yourself even better than before. Because you are no longer just yourself. You are somehow better because you're the person who you started out as off the bat with a little extra "umph". You'll be strong enough to not allow yourself to be picked apart and smart enough to know when a piece is missing.

#21.5

C: you need a human sized purse
D: lol why human sized
C: not that hampster thing you carry around more space so shit doesn't fall out everytime you open it I could fit a 3 month old in my purse
D: have you tested this theory?
C: yes I take infants and shove them in my bag then I give them back to their parents and run like a mad woman Cause I"m pretty sure it's a crime what I'm doing
D: well, if its a tested theory, then i cant just overlook the evidence i guess i need a human sized purse
C: it's staring you right in the face just embrace it
D: the infant?
C: no
D: okay good
C: well they do stare
D: That'd be creepy

#21

So Internet, yesterday was 4/20 or "When Lazy Good For Nothing Stoners Continue to Be Lazy Good For Nothing Stoners Day" don't worry that's just the working title.
Maybe that's harsh but honestly anyone who gets excited about a date where the sole expectation is to inhale chemicals into your body, eat and have conversations about nothing should be beaten. It's okay they're high they probably wouldn't really notice at first.
I personally hate wasting my time and pot smoking is like top five things you can do to waste your time. You ever talked to someone stoned? It's one of the most irritating and frustrating things cause they think that they are making sense, are saying something smart or are being funny when in reality they are doing none of these things. I'd rather go down to the old folks home and talk to Gerry, the crazy guy who licks the walls and talks about the 30's cause maybe I'd actually get a good story out of it instead of making sure your dumb ass isn't harassing someone on the street or getting hit by a car.
4/20 is a children's holiday, like Easter and Valentine's Day. Unless you're a 14 year old sub-urban youth, you really shouldn't get that excited for an activity you already do on a daily basis. I don't see anyone designating a national coffee day cause I do that every fucking day of my life and I gotta tell it's glorious and doesn't hinder my ability to be a coherent adult.
I hope these freaks did go out and enjoy yesterday because if you did you're kind of a douche. See, April 20th is Hitler's birthday and the anniversary of the Columbine shootings so I hope you had fun giggling in your basement while killing your last 50 brain cells. I like the rest of the world was out at work and school being a productive member of society. But here is a twinkie in congratulations for making a bong out of a soda bottle with your friend Booger. And stop fucking laughing. No one said anything let alone said something funny.

#20

"A mind is a terrible thing to waste"

Internet, I've recently come to the realization that I am no longer in control of my thinking.
I went home to make my protein shake for after my workout tonight. So I do the whole thing and I'm ready to head back to work shake in hand. But I can't find my sunglasses. I know for a fact I came in with them. My apartment is set up so when you walk in the door the kitchen is the first room you see, I went straight in there when I got home- I went into no other room. Now, I'm going crazy looking for them, you know, double checking my purse and the counters, the table and even the sink just in case they fell in and I didn't notice. Nothing! They have vanished. This is ten minutes of searching for them. To be sure I start looking in my dining room and living room. When you go home you're typically on autopilot so I may have just walked in there and not remembered. No dice there either. Since all the normal places they could be have been expended I start the irrational search: dishwasher, freezer etc. And there they are. In my refrigerator. On top of my salad just sitting there accompanied by a brief moment of disappointment in myself.
I am becoming one of those absent minded frantic people everyone makes fun of.
Woe.

#19.5

D :lol quit your dilly dallying
C: though I did watch all of his shows from March in one day kinda proud of myself on that one
D: lol i want to say that you need to find something more productive to do with your time but watching colbert report seems perfectly reasonable

#19

A boy I once dated asked me what my favorite flowers were. I told him I wouldn't tell him since then he would exploit that and buy them for me whenever he did something wrong- he would have to guess. I only told him their color was purple.
Needless to say I never got a bouquet of flowers.

#18.5

M: Ur no fun
C: Lies I'm tons of fun
M: I'd say pounds of fun, tons is an extraordinary amount of weight. You're hundreds of pounds of fun.

#18

Lets light this city on fire tonight and forge our own with its ashes.

I love my city nights. There is a splendor in leaving your house with one group of people then returning home with a completely different set of friends.

New York, I love you.

#17

"Storms make trees take deeper roots"

I need to stop eating cereal while watching Colbert. I'm going to choke on my Cherrios one day and die. Seriously, it's 1:30 AM. Who's going to save me if I choke? ...you? I don't freaking think so.
Going to the Colbert Report is on my bucket list. I'm just kidding. I don't have a bucket list- I'm not a little bitch.
I wonder what it says that I have the return of Futurama marked down. It can't reflect well on me.

Spring break is already half over. This is unfortunate. I function amazingly without school. I'm so much more productive at work without having to worry about literature readings or philosophers or Byzantine art. On average I work a 10-12 hour day not including anything else that has to be done. I wish for more days in the week to give me rest and joy.

I have made my plans for 2011. Best case scenario I'll accomplish all three, worst case I do one:
1. Go to spring training in Florida
2. Mardi Gras in New Orleans
3. A week in California- preferably San Francisco but I'm not picky.

The Reasons:
I've never been to any of these places (I've been to Florida but not spring training). I've always wanted to see the west coast and I've only gone as far as Nevada. Mardi Gras just seems like something everyone should experience in their life and I want to make it happen when I'm still young. I want to put my feet in the pacific ocean. I'm tired of same trips and vacations. I want to go every year to a place I've never been before. When I graduated high school I wanted to live and go everywhere. Now I am stuck and I don't want to let go of my desire to see the world.

#16

The view from the top of this jungle gym is nothing without your hand to help me back down.

#15

Last Friday I worked a double shift on six hours of sleep and when I finally get home my mother wants to take my brother out for his birthday- which no one wants to go to plus my brother's birthday was the week before. Now it's pushing nine o'clock. I'm tired and starving (a really bad combo for me). No one will pick a place to go, and because it's Friday and my catholic mother isn't eating meat until Jesus turns into a zombie. So we get in the car ANYWAY without a destination and proceed to drive around for about 45 minutes to an hour. My brother just wants to sleep, his girlfriend looks miserable, I'm passing out in the back seat and my mother is getting pissed. So logically, my mom, while at a red light right at the exit of the BQE just goes "Forget this!" jumps out of the car and books it to the bus stop. My brother follows her for a bit but since this is Northern Blvd. we have to go faster than three MPH. He pulls into the Dunkin Donuts, gets out while Paula and I wait in the car chit-chatting about Chicken Soup for the Alcoholic Soul. We make an executive decision about where to go (after she tells me that Red Lobster has cheesy bread- I've never been there and this sounds like a great combination of two things I love.) and drive around to the bus stop when neither my brother or mother come back after 20 minutes.
Now, I'd like to say that this is the first time my mother has done this, but then I'd be a liar- and I don't like to lie. Lies are poison, like margarine, I don't want it in my body. This is my life people. This is my family. We were just lucky this time, the last time she went all AWOL she was driving the damn car. And if you've never contemplated your family's mental stability you definitely start to when you're sitting in a driver-less car on Broadway with your two siblings all with the same "what the fuck?" face on.

Next,

Okay, the weekly trivia question at work was: What U.S. war was 105-year-old Hiram Cronk the last living veteran of, until 1905?
The answers given were: War of 1812 (which is correct), the Civil War, the Mexican-American War and World War I.
Just wow, people. I get that the Mexican American war and Civil War were at least in the same century, but World War I? Are you freaking kidding me? That just makes no sense. He was 105-years-old in 1905, NINE years before World War I even started. That's just stupid. Stupid with stupid filling.
Ugh.

#14

"My bones ache my skin feels cold and I'm getting so tired and so old..."

Double Shift: Hour 11. Are we having fun yet? Yes I'm working and I'm writing. A lot of coffee beans have been sacrificed today to keep me operating. The yoga class this afternoon was a trial but necessary. I needed it.
My mom just messaged me she's going out- a third act twist! Tonight should be interesting if at the very least quiet. Spent a ton of time with her this week and I need a break. I don't mind taking care of her but I'm just spent on energy. I've been running on about 20-25 hours sleep total Sunday to now. Feeling really old. My bones ache and every joint cracks on my body, I'm twenty-two and aging FAST.
How long until the break? It feels like it's months away at this rate.

You know what's not a fun game to play? go to FamilyWatchDog.us and put in your address. Fucking disturbing. It's finding out you live in Rapeville on the corner of "Hey kid, Want Some Candy" street and "Check Out My Rickety Van" avenue and what's ridiculous they show the pictures of the criminals and they LOOK like sexual predators! If you showed me a bunch of photos of someone I would pick THOSE people out of the bunch as being creepers. It could be broad daylight on a crowded street and if I saw them I would get the heebie jeebies.

#13

Hello March 3rd

I felt my legs getting ridiculously hot just now and realized that I'm an inch away from the space heater. I'm a genius.
Too many birthdays coming up, approximately nine. I am and always will be surrounded by pisces. My dad, brother, grandfather, an ex-boyfriend, an employee, a few friends and several gym members all within the next week. It's like a flipping epidemic. Is April pisces? Or is it February to March that's pisces? No, wait, I'm wrong it's February to March.

#12

Aziz Ansari is probably one of the funniest bastards walking this earth. I watched "Intimate Moments for a Sensual Evening" and I did not stop laughing for the entire hour.
At work for another hour then I'm out hopefully. But to do what? I just have to get out of here. Today is my dad's birthday. I'm in a shit mood.
A member came back to the gym and she makes me nuts. When she talks all I hear is my own voice begging for the sweet relief of death...that can't be good right? I get along with most people but I don't know she just makes me want to punch a puppy. She angers me to my core. It's probably the most boring conversation you can ever have in your life- just shit you would never care about. She also stays here for over an hour. She's trying to kill me I'm almost sure of it. Just trying to watch me have a stroke.
Everyday when I leave my house I get that instant feeling of fear that I've lost my watch somewhere along the way, then I remember I don't have it and I'm relieved and sad at the same time. I went years without one and then got used to wearing one again and now I'm going through withdrawl.

#11.5

K.C.: I love the heat...I'm most comfortable in 105 degree weather... My parents are from Ecuador...that is the EQUATOR... Bring the heat on.

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C: are you still being mean?
S: im never mean
C: The last time I talked to you you told me to die.

#11

One time I went to a fight and a hockey game broke out.

Internet, I did nothing yesterday but watch the USA vs. Canada hockey game turned out to be great. Friggin' 3rd period was crazy then the OT. Nuts! I couldn't really care about the other "sports" in the winter Olympics because I view them the same as I do swimming where it's more a way to keep yourself alive and less a sport. Like you stop swimming and you drown, end of story, but if you're playing football and you stop running it may not cause your imminent demise. I hate shit like the luge and skeleton- you're just asking for something bad to happen. Most winter sports are just someone putting them self in a life threatening situation and then we watch them get out of what can be their death... on worldwide television. When I want to see that I just watch Man Vs. Wild, then at least I'm learning something god forbid I find myself in nature someday I have to survive.
While watching the game I also realized that I do not know the rules of hockey...at all. Probably cause I wasn't raised on it. I understand the basic concept (some OT rules, some penalties etc.) and what certain terms are but I do not know shit about any calls of the game. I just like when they get into each others defensive zones and it turns into a damn free for all. It's exciting as all hell, the speed picks up and it's this frantic rush for the puck. Like it's moderately civil until you're near the goal and then it's like cavemen with knives on their feet and sticks in their hands whailing on each other. I love it- more violence please. I still get worked up when I watch the 1980 Olympic hockey game versus Russia cause I totally know what's going to happen but it's so awesome. Yes, I love sports underdog stories. Football, baseball, hockey, basketball (well maybe not basketball as much) all very exciting.
I've been noticing a shit-ton of Curves advertisements online lately which is good cause I like to know my money is going into ads somewhere. You'll probably notice more of them now that I've said it but failblog, dictionary.com, all over. That's the hustle I like to see.

Today marks the 1 year anniversary of my owning Curves. Wahoo. I'll have a slice of pie later.

#10

Ah, It's Always Sunny re-runs, right now I'm up to "Mac's Banging the Waitress". Nothing better to do on a snowtastic Saturday than laugh my ass off.
I finally got my phone off T9 which was irritating me all night, if you're not partial to it then you know the struggle of trying to use it especially since my phone is a QWERTY and there's no need for it. But I did learn that when I type in R-E-T my phone thinks I want to write the word "retarded".
I'm really appreciating having my own Zune to listen to now. For over a year I was using my brother's and/or my sister's when they weren't using theirs and it was okay but I've missed my music. We listen to similar stuff but you know it's never the same. And my sister has a disturbing amount of reggaton on hers. I constantly have music on shuffle and it wasn't fun having to continually be skipping to the next song with their music. Now I get to hear all the stuff I was missing out on for all that time- The Sounds, Taking Back Sunday, Say Anything, Jack's Mannequin and much, much more.
Now that the girl that works for me is done with school I have more time off which is great because I've really been slacking on my drinking. That's just something I don't want to keep on the back burner for that long. It also looks like I'm going to have to wait another week on that cake tasting. Dammit I'm a sucker for cake.
Can anyone tell me why I should give a shit what Johnny Damon thinks about his trade? I didn't care when he was a Red Sock, I didn't care when he was a Yankee and I couldn't care less that he's happy where he's going now. He says he's glad that he's now on a "young team" so does that make him team grandpa? Cause he's no spring chicken. I don't dislike him for his playing he just looks like an a-hole. It's just his face, I don't know. Maybe fifth times the charm for him.

#9.5

D: How about spinach lasagna
C: Sounds good. Where shall I acquire it
D: IDK
C: Thanks
D: Sorry. You're the italian one!
C: So you think I can just make lasagna appear out of thin air? Racist.
D: No but I think you know where to find some.
C: So you think I have some kind of radar to locate Italian food? More racist.
D: What?! How!? I can't win with you!

#9

Number Nine Number Nine Number Nine

Yet another snow day wasted on me. I was blessed this morning to receive a CUNY alert at 6:22am that the campus is closed too bad I don't have classes on Fridays or that may have been good news. The automated program then proceeded to call me seven times until I finally got up and hit ignore and it left a message telling me there is no school today. Yipee. Same thing two weeks ago when they were closed on Wednesday. Wasted! Living in woe.
Anyhoozlebees,
Sent Paola to come in and open this morning on a two hour delay and bless her heart I got here and she had shoveled plus on Wednesday Ivette took the initiative to clean the entire gym, every nook and cranny. That's the shit I like in employees- earning that paycheck. People actually came in to workout today which was a surprise but I guess they want to get away from their kids too. I only left because I left my textbooks at work last night and this is where the good coffee is. I can't stay home all day I'll just get stir crazy and lose it. Spending the whole day on hype machine- right now it's Passion Pit. I don't want to be out but I can't stay at home, there are people there. My family. You know what I'm talking about.
The ultimate plan would be to move all my friends in to one house so that on days like this we can all just sit around and not have to travel to see each other cause that shit is annoying. Just lounge about and drink, build some forts and igloos. I love igloos.
Going to have to shovel again soon. Dammit. I hope things will be better tomorrow I'm feeling the itch to go out and an open bar is far too tempting. Such a lush.

#8

The Ocho!

So, my TONY comes in the mail yesterday and to my astonishment the topic of the month is Brooklyn Vs. Manhattan: Where do you belong? and two thoughts come to mind: This is going to be an interesting read and dear lord why are we subject to the borough war time and time again. It's bad enough when a subway series comes along every spring. So the whole gist is that a Manhattanite and Brooklynite are facing off as to why their borough is better (already a bad move- who's going to speak out AGAINST their home?) They proceed to go three rounds hitting on culture, "important things" (which is too subjective to even get me started on) and the real New York experience.
Now, I'm a Queens girl, born and raised, straight down to my core but I have spent a fair amount of time between Brooklyn, Queens and Manhattan (Sorry, other two). The first problem with this whole trial is that neither party is going to see the point of the other one because not only are we discussing home turf but it's a difference between New Yorkers (yes, New Yorkers- we don't know how to back down when you're talking about our town). Second, this isn't that serious. Every borough in New York seems hellbent on winning this invisible belt to be the greatest part of NYC, which by being included as a part of the cultural center of the world you should have enough pride in that alone but no one ever seems satisfied by this. Every area of New York has it's own unique contribution which makes this city and state great- though we've yet to see Staten Island really pull it's own weight
The article goes on to give statistics on things like realty, population, crime (Brooklyn won that in case you were interested) supermarket prices, blah blah blah. Each person puts in their two cents, though no winner is ever declared, they both make sound arguments for their area, but what does the better borough really come down to? Is it really culture, food, homes, schools or cost of living? It seems to just be flat out ego at the end of the day. Both offer eclectic choices in film, music and shows so that can't be it. You can eat food from almost any culture and find great stores to suit your individual taste so what is it? I must know! If you're a sports fan you have no choice but to go to the Garden to watch basketball and hockey, for baseball you to travel up to the Bronx or to Queens and football takes place in Jersey for some stupid reason. We're all divided in that sense (if you're not a sports fan then you have no idea what I'm talking about anyway).
The majority of the time what the argument really is underneath it all is Hipster Vs. Yuppie, that Manhattan is old and Brooklyn is new or Brooklyn is cutting edge and Manhattan is just funneling their new awesome energy. Whatever you want to call the fight they all sound like idiots. Hipsters are the new yuppies, deal with it.
Anyone who knows me has heard me complain about the schlep to Brooklyn. With the G train destined to go the way of the dodo at this rate I still have had both positive (seeing bands perform, great times with close friends) and negative (the morning walk of shame, being lost from not understanding their streets) experiences on my outings to Brooklyn. The architecture is gorgeous and there is a great feeling of New York history. When I was younger I was never opposed to the idea of living in Brooklyn in the future and I'm still not turned off by the idea.
Many memories from my youth are from when my mother would take us to Manhattan to embrace the beauty of The City though I am not jaded about it's darker side we all have come to understand. Frankly, I find myself in the city due to it's proximity and many of my friends live/work/go to school where Manhattan is the middle ground between our respectable towns. If I have to go through Manhattan to get to Brooklyn why not just stay in Manhattan to shorten the length of my trip and at the end of the day isn't that all that matters to us? Finding a place to hang out without having to take a 2 hour trip home from train switching and MTA detours at 3am. Ever since I was four I have been in love with New York and as I get older I can appreciate what the Beastie Boys are talking about (cause God knows if you're on a subway to Brooklyn you DON'T fall asleep). The differences of the boroughs should be appreciated and we all should join forces to create a greater New York the way God intended and to pick on Staten Island, the runt of the litter (just kidding- but not really that place is a hole).
So now every time you find yourself hating on another borough you should think about some poor bastard our age in Omaha sitting in his basement drinking wine coolers with his equally lame friends doing nothing. Would you rather live there? I didn't think so.

#7

So, what else Internet? Been sitting/waiting/wishing...anyway
Seem to be doing nothing lately. The spring semester always brings less chances for people to get together. I'm growing progressively antsy doing the same routine week after week. But I'm not really trying that hard to make plans since it's become futile. Trying to take more of an effort in school to bring my GPA up and really pushing on the business (getting sick of struggling) I'm actually studying and putting myself more into the gym. Though I'd love to get away or even move. I used to have dreams of moving (still do) but we'll see I even have a list of places that add cities to every year. God knows that my former plan for a semester abroad has gone out the window.
What's really disappointing is I haven't been keeping up with music like I used to. Since I got my record player at my graduation I have yet to buy any vinyl. It makes me sad. I have my mom's old stuff like all the Beatles, Stones, The Boss, etc. but I want my own records. I shall go on the hunt this summer for it. No time now. I really want to expand my own personal collection.
I'm really excited to go see Marina and the Diamonds in March. She's finally coming here (crazy welsh woman) and is going to be in Brooklyn and the City. I think I'll go to the BK show but I have to see what works out. I also have to get my ticket. Haha, it would help. I really like the album- too bad it hasn't released yet in the U.S. I'd be on that vinyl like a fat kid on a cupcake.
Going with my brother's girlfriend to the cake tasting on Sunday so I have cake to look forward to and my mom finally got a dress for the wedding (thank god) now to only convince her to get "real" shoes.
This is nonsense. I rarely update this thing though for good reason- no one reads it and I have nothing to say.

#6

Seven months later. Standing in the living room of my new house I take a hammer to the nail to hang the last of the unpacked framed photos. Him hugging me from behind with his lips pressed to my neck. I hear the keys jingling against the newly painted front door- I know it's him, I don't have to turn to make sure. I only alter the frame to make it hang evenly. Black frame against a third layer of emerald paint. He enters the room, I smell the flowers before I see him- lilac, my favorite. A new bouquet every Thursday. I turn and meet his eyes and a smile sprouts on my face before I can say anything. He looks dishevelled. His tie pulled loose, top button undone on his white shirt that was crisp and new this morning. As I move to the next box marked "books" he comes over and plants a kiss on my forehead. With light in his eyes he asks me how his two girls are doing. I say we're fine as my hand falls to my swollen stomach. He puts down the purple flowers on the unopened box, drops to his knees and gives my belly button a quick and sweet kiss. She kicks.
My eyes open to my ceiling, the same white paint they have opened to all my life. My vision is blurry with tears before I realize I'm in my bed. Three long tears crawl down my cheek for the loss of the life.

#5

Blogging! Was a better word not available? Sounds like ridiculous torture. Anyway.
Crazy night at the Chang Compound. You never appreciate Howard Beach until your friends live there and you have to schlep yourself home at 2am. Then you don't appreciate it at all. I now know the plight of the Chang. Sympathy, overwhelming.
What's good, Internet? How you been? Whatchudoin'? The spring semester is creeping up like a ninja. Well, maybe not ninja, cause those bastards don't creep. They appear out of no where and kill you swiftly. I'm so glad all that warm weather is over and I can resume enjoying blistering cold winds and sub-zero temperatures the way the good lord intended. Give it up for the North-East! I am so sick of school it disgusts me. I've been a student for 18 years, I think I'm done. Paid my dues- just give me my diploma and no one gets hurt.
I'm so goddamn tired it's disgusting. More coffee I say!.... I really have to start saying that more when there's actually someone here to get me coffee not just when I'm all by myself typing in the cold.
So! Tomorrow is Martin Luther King Jr.s B-day (It's his birthday right? Not just, like, a day dedicated to him?) as we all know and in memorium I want to convince this guy I know to go to a public place and recite the "I Have a Dream..." speech. I only want him to do this because he takes of every M.L.K.J Day and does nothing every year. He doesn't work, doesn't go out, he just does nothing for the principle of the day. So I think a good tradition to start would be going to a different place every year and recite this great, historical speech. What? You don't think so? Way to crush my dreams. See, I had a dream too and you just seem hellbent on destroying my child-like spirit and wonder. Why?....why?
Internet, I want to wish you a happy M.L.K.J Day and I hope that all your dreams come true since mine are destined to shrivel and die due to lack of encouragement. You unsupportive bastards. Enjoy your day off you assholes, if you want to know where I'll be, it's at work, I don't get these holiday breaks. You'll have to sit me down on your lap some day, tossle my hair and tell me what it's like to have a day off. I hear it's like a Saturday wrapped in a snow day dating the Easter Bunny... What? What do you mean that's wrong? What's nonsensical about it? Shut up.

# 4

I eat meat. It's no mystery that meat is delicious and a good source of nutrients. There's nothing I enjoy more than a hamburger, Internet. I'm sorry, correction cheeseburger. If I could, I would roam the streets roaring like a damn T-Rex (but they put people in the funny house for shit like that nowadays) I dare to dream.
Why this random meat topic?... Here's the deal, I dislike PETA. I think they are elitist backward ass thinkers who are too concerned with saving animals to contemplate the real problems in the world. Children are starving and dying from cancer, natural disasters are in abundance and brother is killing brother in every country, continent and hemisphere. Why does it matter whether someone is eating meat or wearing fur. Is the way that these animals are treated wrong? Yes. But should people be attacked and criticized for exercising a right? What you don't have the right to do is run around harassing people and throwing red paint on people's personal property. Why don't they go down to Rikers and throw that shit on actual murderers? Do they realize that they are in fact killing more animals by destroying already made fur coats? They're just going to go out and kill more. A good fur coat can last you a lifetime but PETA's probably keeping the fur people in business. Funny how it's okay to destroy people's personal property. If anyone ever threw paint on me, I'd throw paint on them, their home, their car and their first born child (non-toxic of course- I'm no monster)
Look, I'm against clubbing baby seals, poaching whales and hunting for sport but there is always a line. Just because I don't want to do something doesn't mean that someone else can't.
Something like 75% or more of the animals that have ever walked on planet earth are dead. DEAD. Not endangered or on the brink or in breeding programs in your local zoos. D-E-A-D. Gone the way of the DoDo. And I have news for people we're probably not too far down on the list of extinctions to come. I don't interogate vegetarians for their dietary choices (to each his own) but I have been subject to questioning and judgement by vegetarians/vegans/whatever you call yourself (I don't know the rules).
Serious question: Why do you guys like your tofu to taste like beef and chicken? You don't want to eat the dead carcass but you want it to taste like the dead carcass? Why not just make it taste like candy or ice cream? I bet more people would eat it.
I'm a health freak. I eat right, take care of my body, don't smoke, limited drinking and workout every week. I am in great condition. I just got my physical results back from my doctor today he used the word "perfect" to describe my health, and I eat meat like it's nobody's business. So it's not for health reasons that I should stop eating meat. I'm probably in better shape than most vegetarians. People just need to realize it's not wrong to eat meat. It doesn't make you a bad person.
So PETA, suck it. Suck it hard. While you attack us for eating a cow, notice how no one's protesting on your front lawn to save the soy bean. I'm commending Kelis today for her hilarious and totally awesome words in an open letter to PETA for attacking her. This is just a small taste.
"There is no humane way to kill anything, let me start there. It's unfortunate but it's part of life. With that being said I would eat pterodactyl if you found some and you told me it was meaty and delicious."