Matt in a Tux

So, I am trying the vegetarian lifestyle after all. I ate one of these yesterday:

It was ok. I won't lie and sound excited -- it was actually quite different than the succulent taste of cow between bread. But it wasn't necessarily bad. Just as I have learned to love meat, beer and older women needing money working at a strip club, I will give this an honest chance. Note: that was not my actual meal, I got the fries instead of the salad and, since I'm not vegan, swiss cheese and mayo were on my "burger".

For lunch today I went out with my mother and grandmother. We ordered the Greek Pizza with avocado instead of chicken. It was damn good.

Overall, I think this should be a good thing. Except right now I am craving everything I see on TV with meat. This isn't just since I decided to do this, but mostly because I'm in love with food. Seriously. I could eat and eat and eat and, well, eat.

In other news, the Spaghetti-Sauce-Idealistic-Silence is still going on. It's quite the ordeal, but don't be envious.

I think one of my favorite The Who songs is The Ox from the album "The Who sings My Generation". It's a magnificent cacophony which I find awesome to listen to in dim light.