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When I’m pooping hehe.

Shout out to Christina.

Men weren’t important and liquor was a pleasant vice.

Trifecta

Why can’t you let me love you the only way I can?

Lulz

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I used to think that I was a vegetarian for health reasons, but lately I am beginning to see it differently. In reading essays by Peter Singer I feel compelled lately to never eat meat again. I don’t expect to change the world with my eating habits, but I do have a standard of myself to make an imprint. As a philosophy major, I think it is my duty to live according to logic and ethics. If I don’t…what’s the point?

So, many people know me as a person who dislikes animals—cold, detached and whatever else you could say. I often feel guilty for my two oppositional view points—lover of tofu, hater of kittens. But, I think the way I saw animals treated growing up has a lot to do with that. I am a firm believer in not taking on anything—relationship,job or animal—that will not be taken care of properly. Every animal in my home has been neglected and put on the back burner. Personally, I think I would be an excellent pet owner, but I don’t have the time, nor the tolerance for the guilt I would feel leaving a dog by himself all day. But the point I’m trying to get at is that I think I have always gone back to vegetarianism for the animals and my inability to not cover my eyes in respect to the exploitation that they experience. I used to look down on people who were overly passionate about animal rights…now I feel like I am becoming one of them.

Peter singer talks about animals and relates their life experience as genocide. We breed them to kill them. We are partial to ourselves, so we say we are superior and give ourselves the right to do so. Even worse, he says, we so easily compromise their lives in order to satisfy such a trivial need of our own, the craving of a chicken sandwich or a sausage pizza or veal (the absolute worst).

I hope this doesn’t come off preachy, because that is not my intention. I am just am in a revelation with myself and am heavily considering going vegan again.

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My house used to be a home. It’s so bizarre. I planned on drinking and smoking all week in elk grove but I don’t even wanna be there—everything and everyone in it disappeared and I don’t think the whole situation dawned on me until monday. First holiday without my mom and sisters and nieces and nephews, but I’m not sad, I’m just indifferent. It’s actually kind of okay. I’m okay with this whole divorce situation, with my mom who is hours away and my dad who is finally living again. I am older and I see that my parents have the same desires as me—to be free and happy. Cheers mom and dad, I don’t think it is too late for you to find it. No hard feelings, just some freeways. I love you both.