sometimes a pony gets depressed

well, the beer consumption just starts earlier every day. i was feeling a little cranky-pissy when i got home, but just wait! watch as my mood changes throughout the post! like magic!

i think i can blame my boss on the funk i'm in- some days it really doens't matter what you're doing, he can find something wrong with it. today i was just about getting ready to tell him to piss off for telling me how to do things differently (which usually contradicts what he told me the day before), but then he left to go somwhere and was spared the wrath of shley. i could just as easily bitch at him for being crazy and disorganized as he can bitch at me for being not-so-crazy and organized. usually i refrain. unless he's in one of those moods that he you to fight with him- ugh, moody fucker.

so i drive past a horse-riding school to and from work everyday and it always makes me feel weird about the animals there. they have about 20 assorted equines- horses, a donkey or two and some ponies, and they all seem like they have the most annoying life. i don't know much about horse-psychology (whether it's a made-up field or not), but it really seems like these horses are depressed. they stand around in small, fenced enclosures all day and bicker with each other- at least i think that's what they're doing. there is this one white horse that is always biting the donkey when i drive past, and yet they have to share a space together all the time. and there is one larger paddock that always has a few horses standing around a dirty mound of hay. don't horses want fresh grazing? and they're all dirty all the time- muddy feet. aren't they supposed to be groomed, isn't that part of equestrian culture? and there's never anyone there learning how to ride..... maybe that has to do with the time of day i drive by. i don't know- i just feel like they don't have the happiest horse life they could, tromping around in the dirt all day and getting annoyed with each other. maybe i'll start tossing apples to them as i drive by- horses like apples, don't they? i eat the occasional apple at work when, despite the fact that i'm outside and really have nothing to complain about, feel like all i do is move things around for the suburbanite foodies and bicker with my boss. me-ta-phor. sometimes a pony gets depressed.

on a positive note, we've found a new use for the excess of eggplant- it is a perfect dog toy. maple likes to run down the fatty italian eggplant and rip it apart. layla, the most nonchalant dog i've ever met, likes to play fetch (only once or twice before she decides it's too much work) with the japanese eggplant. so we throw eggplant out in the field and let the dogs go after it, then ask them "where's your eggplant? go get yur eggplant" which always makes me smile. "go get your eggplant, layla" i think they like the way their teeth sink into the eggplant- at least that's what i would like about it if i had sharp teeth. nice soft eggplant skin.

that is all.