Yesterday while contemplating Vegan.
I was strolling around painting on walls, Being generally gnarly. I recalled that I had a Vegan pact with a gal from a couple months back. I go in waves of Vegetarianism every few months, Never vegan. Still, I had a pact and I had dismissed it because she is gone.
When I tried to move onto another thought a Piece of beef jerky flew into my lung and will forever make its home in there. She had clearly put some sort of Super Anarcho feminist punk rock gypsy death metal hardcore chelsea haircut curse on me.
This is a sign.
