Lets talk about how people think they can relate to me because sometimes they eat vegetables.
There are some things we need to clear up.
Guys, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but having macaroni and cheese for dinner every Friday night doesn’t make you a sometimes vegetarian. look. I’m GLAD you found a way to sacrifice your love of dead animals for one little meal, but PEOPLE, that does. not. count. the whole point of veganism or vegetarianism is that i make daily, routine, constant decisions to avoid animal products every. single. time. i eat.
every meal. every snack. every drink.
that means, when i eat noodles and marina for dinner, that’s it. im done. i don’t get to go to mcdonald’s a couple hours later or the next morning and reward myself with a big mac. i don’t get to have a glass of milk. i don’t get to go out to dinner and order the chicken.
I get to wake up and make the next meal i eat vegan.
Also, while we’re on the subject, I would like to point out that i do in fact LIKE meat, and cheese, and dairy. that’s kind of the reason this is a sacrifice.
and if I didn’t like meat or cheese or dairy, then i’d have been a vegan for like 25 years by now. so don’t say to me “i’d be vegan, but i just like cheese too much.”
that’s just not how this works.
instead say “i’d be vegan, but i just don’t have as much will power as you do” or “i’d be vegan, but im just not bothered by the animal slaughter industry and don’t see any reason to be” or “i’d be vegan, but i disagree about your belief that humans were never meant to drink milk from another species.”
and just so we’re clear, if you just read that and once said to me “i’d be vegan, but i just like cheese too much” and therefore assume i’m talking about you – im not. im talking about you AND the 73 other people who’ve said the exact. same. thing. to me.
also, please don’t be offended. kind of like, i don’t get offended when you tell me im a crazy vegan.
ya. ya. i changed the design here. i was never 100 percent happy with the black and pink because i felt like it was suffocating my blog. the dark wood on the edges closed everything in too much.
also, i’ve been really wanting an interactive twitter feed on the side so people could just click “follow” and Viola! they’d be able to follow me. but even the narrowest twitter widget didn’t fit on the old site, so i HAD to change the design.
i know you guys hate change. so i am sorry. but i promise to commit to this for at least six months. three months. a week.
yes, yes, I’m still vegan. it’s been 13 days. and today my roommate wanted ice cream and i was all OHH! OHH! maybe dairy queen has fruit smoothies made with just fruit!! Let’s call to ask.
so she called to ask, and was all: yes, do you guys have anything without dairy in it?
well, we have nachos and i’m pretty sure the cheese doesn’t have dairy in it.
a. yes. yes it does. and b. if it doesn’t, they probably shouldn’t call it cheese.
accepting defeating, we instead went to culver’s, where i could get a lemon cooler. except, apparently they don’t start selling those until summer. i asked, ‘when specifically do you start selling them?’ and was told “umm, when we order them.”
i figure i’ll give them till April 1.
in other news, i kind of met my hero today. and by kind of, i mean i did.
her name is heather b. armstrong. and her blog is dooce.
i got to interview her for 40 minutes for a story im working on for my day job.
yes. she’s awesomer than life itself in person. yes. she’s super nice. and yes, i would like to be her when i grow up.
after the article runs sometime within the next few weeks, i will link to it.
and then we will all smile with glee.
holy tennis ball does my doggie roommate L.O.V.E. to play catch.
me: throw. him: catch. me: throw. him: catch.me: throw. him: catch. me: throw. him: catch. me: throw. him: catch. me: throw. him: catch. me: throw. him: catch. me: throw. him: catch. me: change the channel, throw. him: catch. me: throw. him: catch. me: throw. him: catch. me: throw. him: catch. me: throw. him: catch.
but today, my human roommate taught me how to trick the little buddy. a technique i first thought was mean, but eventually came to realize was actually just a really great boost to my self esteem.
see what i do is fake throw it, and the whip of my hand makes him think i actually throw it.
i know. im tricky.
the poor guy will wonder around the house for like MINUTES searching for it.
and the whole time im just sitting on the couch all proud of my ability to out smart a lower life form.
it almost makes up for the fact that i pick up his poop on a daily basis.