"Meat is murder. Tasty, tasty murder," says a T-shirt I once saw. Now that's a slogan I totally identify with. I've been a carnivore ever since I discovered I had teeth. It's in my culture, damn it. We eat parts of animals most Americans would only feed to their dogs, being completely oblivious (the Americans, that is) to the fact that said dogs dine on such delicacies.
Imagine my surprise then, when I suddenly decided to go vegetarian for a month. I'm still stunned, and it's only day 2. I still don't know why I decided on that, but I'm certainly not one to back out on random decisions, and so I'll stick to it.
Today I ate soy "chicken" fried rice. Ugh. That's all I'll say about this.
Ah, the vagaries of life.
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