Living with Vegans by Pete

So, I find myself in this house with these interesting and intellectual people.
I thought it would be mentally stimulating and, don't get me wrong, it really is!
Certainly it is a relief to have quick and clever conversations after 14 hours of staring at law books.

But now some of it is getting out of control.
Turns out that somehow every last one of my roommates is vegan!
I played around with being a vegetarian when I was, like, twelve, but it was really just to get my parents ticked off when they wouldn't let me go away to summer camp.

I thought I would talk to Luke about maybe having at least some chicken once in awhile since I can't imagine that he's been a vegan for his WHOLE LIFE, but Paulie says it's best if I just stay quiet and "give it a try."

Of course, she says that I'll love it if I just give it a chance. I guess giving it a try for two weeks isn't enough for me to learn to love it. Whatever. I'll do it for her. Besides, she does most of the cooking and I can't imagine her cutting up cow. She cries when a dog is in trouble in a movie.

I can't believe no one has even commented that it must be a crazy coincidence that all of us happen to be vegans. I want to scream, "My grandparents were members of the Iowa Farm Bureau (http://www.ifbf.org/) for crying out loud!" I mean, come on! I used to meet the pigs I was eating later that day!

I'm pretty sure I'm losing weight, and I'm scrawny enough as it is.

Pete