Poor Turkeys. I stumbled upon the autopsy in the kitchen this morning, and couldn't help but shriek. Vegetarian I am, and I was horrified to see a corpse, when ALL I WANTED WAS A CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE

I suggested we bury the little (er.. well, maybe not little) guy, but as you can imagine.. that idea was not well liked. So I named him Tom. No turkey should go without a name. And I don't think "dinner" is an appropriate name either. Thanksgiving has always been such a depressing time for me.

btw.. I am a freak. Yes, I mourn turkeys while others devour them.

So. Happy Tom-day!? Er. Thanksgiving too.

I'm thankful for long, lazy days, and the spell of PIE! Om nom nom.

I am not thankful for being sick during the holidays.
And I am also not thankful for the overly stupid hype about the new Twilight garb.