carnivore

When fingering the calf-hair strap of my new (from Vegas) leather purse, a friend asked if a cow had to die to make my accessory. I said, "You bet your ass it did."

She was kidding.

I was not.

I've been eye-balling a t-shirt that I find hysterical, but can't quite bring myself to purchase (first seen on dooce, my patron saint of blogging). It reads: Meat is murder. Tasty, tasty murder.