I tried again today to have a little yummy chicken stuff that I love, or loved before yesterday. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened to it before it got to my fork. I just couldn’t put it in my mouth. I’m not going to go all crazy PETA chick, but I don’t think I can eat something that I know used to be a living animal. It never used to bother me. I’m pretty sure two days ago I could have stood around petting a cow with one hand and stuffing a burger into my mouth with the other. But not now. Even cheese grosses me out. I hate rice today. It was all I could stomach. No one dare tell me about how rice is mistreated, I may snap.

I’m so depressed.

Damn you, Rob Zombie, damn you!