15 Marzo

I love being vegan. It gives me such happiness to know that I lead a cruelty free lifestyle. I was looking at St. Patrick's day recipes today and saw one for lamb stew. Lamb stew. For real? Lambs are pretty much as cute and playful as baby animals go. I would love for anyone who actually goes out of their way to eat lamb, to spend a day with a lamb and then watch it be butchered, or better yet butcher it themselves, and then try to eat it. I try not to harp on people for their lifestyle choice because I would absolutely hate for anyone to try and tell me any differently, but I just see so much hypocrisy with this subject.
I have been on the other end. I have spent the majority of my life eating meat, but I also spent a good deal of time raising my own animals to be used for meat. I spent every day with them, went to the butcher and watched them get shot in the head only to then see each of their legs being sawed off before my very eyes. At the time, I was trying to be tough and pretended that none of it bothered me. But I loved my pigs, I was a little girl for crying out loud. Having "been there and done that" I'm pretty sure that I have all of the right in the world to choose a vegan lifestyle for, probably the rest of my life.
I love not supporting the bojangle meat industry. I love not putting unhappy and uncared for animals in my body. I even love that my family has to think extra hard about where we should eat or what should we have for thanksgiving dinner in order to accomodate me. I hate how this country is not so open to radicalism which is why I have a hard time finding a restaurant that will satisfy me and whomever I am with, but I suppose that's something that I will always have to deal with. All in all, I love love love making this decision for myself and encourage everyone to at least take a second glance at what they deem acceptable forms of nourishment. I think it's time for a little radicalism.

Here's a post that everyone will enjoy! Shit that drives me crazy! Who wouldn't want to hear about that, eh? Normally, I am a fairly positive person. Pretty happy for the most part, always looking on the bright side. But when it comes to work, all bets are off! I don't care who you are at a glance, I hate you for being in my store.
Two types of people that drive me carzy in particular:
Old people
Children
Worse than children is actually the parents, because we all know that no one has any business procreating in this current place and time, but the children are the ones who exist to drive me crazy so they get the top spot.
First: Old people. This time of year is prime for old folks. I don't know why, but they arrive and they arrive in FORCE! I grimmace at the approach of a hobbling old couple at my door. They come in, look dumbfounded for a while, start talking to each other about all the neat stuff we have, achieve a stupid amount of amusement from any clever phrase or phrase on a product (ie: the Ipood pack trowel) they neglect to understand or even listen to anything you say to them in response to a question they have. They look hopelessly for any opening to get what they conceieve to be a clever comment on their part.
"Pretty slow today, huh?" followed by laughter of course.
Look for any excuse to tell a story from a past visit they have had to the park. Especially if it involves bears, or hiking half dome.
Children. Children are the top contenders for things that should be left at home at all times. Aside from making loud noises and crying for no apparent reason, they must touch EVERYTHING!!!!! Bless their little hearts, they're in the learning stage of their lives. Good. Great. Why bring them in here? What are they learning about grabbing three flashlights off the counter and clicking them into my eyes multiple times? How about the great lessons they get from dragging sleds all over the store, using fishing poles to fish for other people, or sword fighting one another with walking sticks? The only lesson to be learned here is how long is it going to take before the cashier is forced for sanity preserving purposes to kick those little bastards out of the store? Any takers? It only gets worse from here folks...

New Post! I am aware that not a soul on this planet reads my blog. I use this as a means to entertain myself while pissing my time away at this dead end job. Pretty sad stuff. Trish read the blog for about two minutes until she discovered farmville, and Zara used to read it when she co-authored it, but now she has a way more awesome blog that I can only wish could be my own. She does live in Africa which puts her at an unfair advantage for interesting things that happen to a person. If only I could be whistled and hollered at when I made a trip to the market.
Let's see...I lost all motivation to go back to school again. I think it has everything to do with my inability to save money and my uncanny ability for getting myself into stupid situations. Like how every time I make an attempt at apartment life and paying bills, I swiftly run away from it with my tail between my legs. Leaving people stranded and also bailing on leases. People don't do that in the real world, do they? So I tell myself that Yosemite is a wonderful place to live (minus the actual living conditions) albeit a terrible place to have to work. Today is wonderful though! The sky is gray, the clouds are full of snow, and no one has come in to my store in like forty minutes! It's like I'm just hanging out at home. Except this place is bigger than my home and I don't have Internet there.
In other news, Taco Bell is the WORST!! It's bad enough that they serve some of the worst food on the planet, not that I have eaten there since high school, but they have to play and vastly overplay the lamest and most annoying commercials evar! Charles Barkley? Please stop trying to rhyme and for god's sake get a decent gig!! And lose some weight, fatty! They'll be kicking you off of planes soon. Alright, enough said about that. Maybe I shouldn't have attacked his weight, I'm just so angry at him right now! I suppose this dilemma could be solved by not watching TV but who would do that? Damn you Murtaugh! Why did you give me the talky box? Actually it seems to be more like the no talky box because when it's on there is no talking!
RECENT VENTURE!!! Kayak. Nuff said.
Until next Tim...