August 19th, 2007


i'm a midnight teaser, real soul pleaser

only have to make it through one more week with Tom. He plans on taking his PTO when I head home this coming weekend. He's beginning to get on my nerves. He's 32 and has a 19 year old fiance. No big deal right? Hello pot, this is the kettle and you're looking mighty black today. But it's the 19 year old younger sister of his ex-wife. Every day he fights with her on the phone, asking her where she's been, what she's been doing, accusing her of lying, sure that she's cheating on him. Heh. Um, dude your fiance is so morally bankrupt that she'd have a relationship with her sister's husband. What're you expecting here?

Oh yeah, and he has a Nextel phone. This means lots of walkie-talkie conversations. Last night, while stuck in Brownsville, TX for the night we went to a reasonably nice Mexican seafood restaurant. In the middle of dinner, she two-ways him and for nearly five minutes carries on a conversation with her with the volume at full blast. Now granted, I'm not the most refined person on the planet, but I do have manners. He didn't excuse himself, ask her to call instead, or anything. He just sat there having this conversation with her and that annoying chirp going off every 15-20 seconds and her voice broadcasting through out the restaurant.

As if all of this wasn't enough, he talks just like Sam in I Am Sam. Both in tone and cadence. It's maddening.

We're now in Laredo waiting on a new load. My guess is we're here for the night. While getting a much needed shower, the truckstop PA was pumping out classic soul and put me in a mood. After returning to the truck I grabbed the headphones and loaded the laptop up with some Wilson Picket, Otis Redding, and Ray Charles. Tom was back from his shower, two-waying back and forth with his girl, so blasting "I'm a Midnight Mover" was a nice escape.

was watching a really bad slasher/zombie movie the other night called Severed. Seriously, if you're already getting an R rating for the gore and violence anyway and you DON'T have gratuitous nudity; just don't make the damn movie, okay? I mean really, there was even a romantic sub-plot and sex scene that cut to the next morning with NOTHING. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!?!?! The female character was a tree-hugging activist, so naturally when she was offered a ham sandwich she announced she was vegan. I chuckled a bit at the awful stereotyping and then later got to thinking about how much vegans irk me.

Now, don't get me wrong. I don't care what anyone chooses to do with their life. It's your body and if it makes you happy, knock yourself out. There are lots of people who just don't like red meat and choose predominantly vegetarian diets for themselves or do so for genuine, specific health conditions under the care of a physician. What irks me about a lot of vegans though, is the militant self-righteousness, blatant propoganda, lies, departure from reality, and lack of logic used in justifying what is nothing more than the fashionable lifestyle choice of a pretentious, self-important twit. Not only is the belief that a vegan diet is better for you than a balanced diet which includes meat patently wrong, it can be dangerous if you just swallow most of the vegan propoganda for the sake of being trendy.

There's a reason why emo kids are all pasty, underweight, and sickly looking. Grow-up and have a pork chop, son.
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