Yesterday, I was so hungry that I ran out and got a hot dog on my lunch break. I’ve sort of stopped eating meat in the last few weeks, kind of as a default: most of my friends are vegan, so when you hang out with vegans, going to a restaurant that has steak is a little hard to stomach. For me. Out of guilt. Not guilt for the anim-
Nevermind, I think you get what I mean.
Anyway, when I was on my lunch break at the ad agency I freelance for, I only had time to run out for a second, and the only thing close by was the hot dog vendor on 37th street. But I was so greatful to even have that, I absentmindly said: “I love you hot dog,” because, well, just because. But what was weird, is that the hot dog said: “I love you too,” which made me spit out the bite that I just ate. Read the rest of this entry »