I wouldn't tell you even if you BEGGED me

My regular Jannaverse readers know that every once in awhile I go vegetarian for a week, just for the "fun" of it.
Once I even went vegan for a week, which feels like putting your brain in a blender and drinking it through a straw. (Which, ironically, would not qualify as vegan.)

But "regular" vegetarianism isn't so bad once in a while.
I try new stuff, I blog about the hilarity of the experience, I post what I ate, and everyone loves me and leaves numerous comments.

Ooops. Rewind that, and erase the part about the love and comments.
Actually no one ever cares.
The vast majority of you yawn and turn back to your delicious bacon double cheeseburgers.

This week I've been going vegetarian again (ever since Sunday the 23rd), but I haven't been blogging about it.

And I'm not going to.

You couldn't force me to.

I wouldn't tell you what I had for breakfast even if you begged me and pleaded while holding a pound of chocolate and a dozen kittens.

Go on. Try.

There's a slight possibility I might tell Mike Mills if he asked nicely, but even then I'd probably try distracting him with other things first.
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