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You know it's a big day when I post twice. This is worth it's own entry, I think.

Right now I am about to fucking kill a bitch.

This is only a *slight* exaggeration.

Now, I am a pretty laid back person. I'm not a "pushy" vegan. I ask for ONE accomodation. I don't need people to cook special food for me at a barbeque. I don't need people to order salads when they go out with me. All I want is one thing--that my wooden cutting board not be used with animal products.

I'm not being unreasonable here. You aren't supposed to use wooden boards with animal products; wood is porous and soaks up juices that contain diseases (and other nasty shit). So this is my only rule. THE ONLY ONE.

You may or may not be surprised to hear that just this moment when I was doing dishes, I discovered my cutting board... covered in blood. Blood that sat there all night. I happen to know for a fact that the pieces of meat served last night were pre-cut, so I'm having a *really* hard time with this. I imagine my cutting board was just used as an arranging plater of some sort... and then left to marinate in blood, you know, for the next 15 hours.

It's a good thing I'm such a fucking benevolent person. Excuse me, I'm going to go scratch my own eyes out.