12:16 a.m. - Tuesday, Mar. 04, 2003
yeah right
I need to learn alot of things. a couple of other languages, and html, and a bunch of other things. I have a list. sort of. at work, I answer phones for this service that delivers from restaurants in the city that don't deliver themselves, and I've started a program of animal friendly policies within my own professional position. If there is an option of meat or no meat for something, and the person doesn't say that they want meat, I don't add it, and I don't ask. No one ever complains, because they didn't even know about the option in the first place. But if you offer, at least 50% of the time the cat is going to pick meat, people fucking can't get enough of the shit. Its gross really, to order a lamb dish, a sausage dish, and a beef dish. You have no idea how often that sort of thing happens. I mean, wtf, lamb is not a separate food group from sausage you asshole, if you are going to eat flesh, the least you could do is not be so grotesque about it. Anyway, so yeah, i don't even give those fuckers the chance, haha. There are some other things I do too. Any moment I can deter just one dead lamb body part from being consumed i guess i'm happy. But really, i will have to quit soon, because all the orders for slaughtered meat I have to take in a night anyway, that I can't be clever about, is making me writhe. ITs alot. I can't really handle it. I'm going to work in a vegetarian restaurant or a health store, or someplace that has nothing to do with animals anyway, but preferably the first or second, because then i could get discounted stuff. I'm high and up way too late. I have an early class tomorrow. and alot of reading to do by next week. this term i either am in the slack state where i have nothing at all to read, because i don't care, or i am in the mad state where i have mass to read because all of a sudden i've gone, oh yeah, fuck it, i do care, and i have to read lke, 100 pages a day for days. whats with this term, everyone is acting like wagner in slow motion. i think i know what i mean by that, but i may be way off, so if it makes no sense to you, that's all good. haha. yheah, i mean something anyway, and everyone is doing it. it may be the weather. its cold as hell here, if hell were stereotypically cold to a horrible excess rather than hot. And like, it goes on, and on, and on. It could be more than that though, too. It could just be the effects of that time right before there's nothing left to say, when you don't know how to do anything but talk. i am not talking about a boy. anyway, i guess i should go to bed. uh, yeah right.
