I'm going to note down a couple observations today. I'll try to have a quirky story or non-thought tomorrow.
First, I've been thinking of reverting to Vegan Fun null. In the past, I've never admitted to being a vegan in uncertain company. Looking at the Veggies group, my reasons for not talking about it seem to still hold: some vegans are very angry. It's almost laughable that I'd be sketchy on associating with angry people.
Next, people's reactions to what they think should be taboo subjects never cease to amaze me. If I call a friend fat--a move of solidarity on my part--all the skinny people suck in their breath and give me looks of the utmost reproach. However, they don't bat an eye when I tell him to make me some sneakers. The latter should be much more offensive since I'm actually making light of third-world sweatshops and saying something inherently racist abut his heritage. However, the fat crack is the one that draws the most ire.
Third, Japanese rockabilly girls freak me out. The whole concept is too much for my little redneck brain.
Lastly, I've had a feeling like someone is walking over my grave for the past week--but only when I get ready to go to sleep. I'm so tired I could slide out of this chair, but I don't want to lie down since I know that I'll have the feeling of impending death until I manage to go to sleep.
First, I've been thinking of reverting to Vegan Fun null. In the past, I've never admitted to being a vegan in uncertain company. Looking at the Veggies group, my reasons for not talking about it seem to still hold: some vegans are very angry. It's almost laughable that I'd be sketchy on associating with angry people.
Next, people's reactions to what they think should be taboo subjects never cease to amaze me. If I call a friend fat--a move of solidarity on my part--all the skinny people suck in their breath and give me looks of the utmost reproach. However, they don't bat an eye when I tell him to make me some sneakers. The latter should be much more offensive since I'm actually making light of third-world sweatshops and saying something inherently racist abut his heritage. However, the fat crack is the one that draws the most ire.
Third, Japanese rockabilly girls freak me out. The whole concept is too much for my little redneck brain.
Lastly, I've had a feeling like someone is walking over my grave for the past week--but only when I get ready to go to sleep. I'm so tired I could slide out of this chair, but I don't want to lie down since I know that I'll have the feeling of impending death until I manage to go to sleep.
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thats were everone is gonna be huh? I'm checking to see if I can find a ticket from fandango right now.
Well making money outweighs spending money right now. Could you do an interpritive dance for me (of the movie) next time I see you?