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Saturday, April 02, 2005 . 4/02/2005

I went to the grocery store with my mom today, since we got our eyebrows waxed earlier and then Borders after that, then the store. Raw meat looks nasty. It makes me sick. And my stomach actually hurt the rest of the time I was in that store. I've been thinking that they should have these slaughterhouses right next to those fastfood restraunts and in stores. If you can't stand the sight of an animal being butchered, you don't need to be eating meat. A tiger hunts for his or her own food. He doesn't make all these other tigers do it for him. They aren't wimps. But people are. And one look at a cow being cut in half and butchered would send most crying.

On a funnier note, I saw a big-ass nun in the store, and it freaked me out greatly.
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