Pathetic Backpedaling

Sorry about last post. I have good days and bad days. I'd been having good days for entirely too long, apparently, and it had all built up. Plus, it was late at night, I had PMS, and a lot of was admittedly triggered by the damn Man or Astroman CD. But, c'mon, it seems silly to own a band shirt to a band whose music I don't own. Unless you count two songs on a mix CD that I've lost. Neither of which is on this album, of course. :) BTW, Man or Astroman has made a LOT of albums. Sheesh.

And I have certified that Tony does, indeed, actually read this. (Hi, there.) His response was exactly two words long, and about what I expected. I don't know if it was angry or sympathetic, but I'm fine either way. I think.

And yes, your ass does look good in those pants. Aren't I the one who told you that? Or do you get that a lot? :P

Work was boring, as usual. I don't like Jeri. She acts like she's the manager of the whole damn department instead of a third-in-charge. She doesn't know shit about the garden center, and then she orders around all the people in it and tells them how to do their job. Grr. KC is a much better manager. And cute, too.

Bink was much pleased with the canvas bag with the OCF logo. We put a spotless Peach Pit in it too, so she was all bouncy.

Can't think of anything else to say. Maybe I'll post more later.

Adventures with Vegetarianism

People who know me, know that I've jumped on and off the vegetarian bandwagon enough times to lose count. Well, I'm back on it again. Going to a protest about the world's food supply, and thinking about how everything I put on my mouth affects people/places around the world, can do that to you. I've stuck with it pretty well, or so I thought. It hasn't been too difficult, but then, I haven't really started telling people, "I'm a vegetarian," which somehow always jinxes it. Maybe from now on I'll just say, "I'm trying to eat less meat." For some reason, *announcing* it makes me panic--oh no, how will I live without it for the rest of my life!--and I sort of freak out. And then I eat it again. And feel guilty every bleeping time. So. There's a Teriyaki mom'n'pop place behind where I work, and I often eat lunch there. I always get the same damn thing: wakame udon. Udon is a kind of noodle soup. Wakame is a kind of seaweed. I order it so often, I don't actually have to order it anymore. I'm actually referred to as "the wakame udon lady" by the owners. I must be the only non-Asian ordering the stuff or something. In any case, the soup comes with half a boiled egg, and this stuff that looks like radish. It's obviously not radish, it's died with cherry pink food coloring as to resemble radish, and it's soft. Not long after I decided to give dead animals the heave-ho again, I started wondering what the heck they were made of. I tried eating'em real slow....they tasted fishy. Shit. So today, when I paid, I pointed at the picture on the menu, and asked what it was made out of. "Fish cake."

Oops.