I ate MEAT…I think
Yesterday, I meant to tell you about my obnoxious co-worker who fell out of his chair. Apparently he slipped off onto his knees and fell dramatically to the floor, face-first. Where was I during all this? Well, my profile was facing him, but I missed all of the excitement because I was talking to my tablemate. However, I make this promise: if I had something of great value, I might trade it to go back in time and see him fall. Tonight, W and I saw Batman Begins. Before that we had Indonesian food. I’m a little upset about the food because I think they snuck a piece of meat (goat, I’d wager) into my VEGETARIAN special plate. I was chewing, chewing, chewing, when it struck me, “ooh this is delicious, it tastes like something I haven’t eaten in awhile, kind of hmmm…meaty and fleshy, how odd in a potato dish, it tastes like goat! OH SHIT!” Had I not been on a date, I would have spit it out and examined it or at the least gone to the bathroom and done so, but, not wanting to seem fussy, I merely swallowed it and vowed to closely inspect each bite from now on. Did I mention there was a fly in my water, too? The problem with ethnic restaurants is that if something happens that you want to complain about, it’s usually too much trouble to get past the language barrier to be worth any kind of reward. The problem with being vegan is that you eat at ethnic restaurants all the time so if something goes wrong you really just have to accept it. Kitty is meowing so much since I changed his food. He likes it a lot better than his old food so he scarfs it down and wants more right away. Stupid cat doesn’t understand that he’s already husky, and if I keep giving him more he’ll be on the path to feline diabetes. If you’ve never cared for a cat with feline diabetes, believe me you don’t want to. There was something W wanted me to write. Oh yeah, I decided I don’t want to write that as it is too intimate for this family-friendly blog o’ mine. We found out that our zodiac signs are not compatible. I told him that I wouldn’t mind dating him anyway, at least until I meet a Cancer or Pisces. He was very grateful. Now for a little poetry: On the floor of my room sits Kitty He’s a sweet little thing, oh so pretty, After licking his paw, He looked up in awe, And said daddy Charlie’s the best in the city. Now I know it’s time for bed.
