Oh Mother!

My attempt to become a short-term vegetarian has completely fallen apart and crashed since the holidays approached. Though I try to remain food-conscious, I hate being a bitch about where and what to eat when I'm out. Now that my mother is visiting, there is no respect for what I want to have in my mouth. I have come to feel guilty about things that concerns animal cruelty. Most likely due to the philosophical influences. But all in all, I believe it is a good thing. My mother brings over jackets made out of animal fur (though she claims that they are imitations), packaged shark fin soups, and buys excessive groceries that would, most likely, end up in waste. Major dilema. Attempts to pursuade would be futile. But I'll try my best.

Good god.