3/20 Discontented

Or something. I don't even know if discontented is a word and I don't care.

I am just feeling a little pissy and like the angry vegan that no one likes. I am not sure what it is or whats going on. It could be that I don't know any other vegans (okay one, in Madison) IRL....It could be that I didn't get enough sleep....It could be that I am just a bitch....It could be that I had to watch some one eat fucking chicken wings today in a meeting. Is that even meeting appropriate food? FUCK NO.

What the fuck is with chicken wings any way. With other flesh (beef, pork) I can see how carnists can justify eating it, because it doesn't really look like a cow or pig. (Its all cleaned up and on Styrofoam. YUM). But fuck, chicken wings, (and chicken legs for that fucking matter) look like you pulled them right off the bird and threw them in a deep fryer. Gross, gross, gross. I can't even begin to tell you how disgusting I think it is. Eating flesh off a bone is bad enough, but fucking chicken wings. Sometimes when the restaurants get those they still have feathers on them. Yum.

And why is it that the only meat that is labeled by its real name are chicken and turkey. Every thing else has a goddamn euphemism attached to it.

Okay. I am going to my favorite restaurant for a glass of wine and some food. Hopefully this will cheer me up.