1/18/2012

I'd like to take a bite out of that....

Lately, I've been dreaming of chicken. Hot, racy dreams of chicken. I should probably stop and specify that I have not been having erotic dreams about chicken, rather I have been having, hot, racy dreams of eating chicken. But it's not just chicken either. Hamburgers. I see a commercial for a Big Mac on the television and, instead of turning away in disgust, I feel myself drool just a little bit.

As a non-eater of land animals (please note this dietary choice has nothing to do with morals/ethics), this is probably something I should feel ashamed of or deny, but I do not. I proclaim loudly, "That looks delicious." Of course, in my apartment, the only ones to hear me are dog and cat. Dog, I am sure, agrees with me. He agrees with me about most things, with the obvious exception being the acceptability of dragging one's ass across various types of flooring/ground.

The cat simply judges. He is always judging.

Judging and waiting.

There is no question: one day, in the not so distant future, I will resume eating chickens and cows. It is just as certain as the inevitability that, within the next ten years, my tongue piercing will be a mere memory.... Probably. But the cows and chickens bring this on themselves by being so delicious.

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