pick up line of the day- "so, what do you do for a living?"

at least it wasn't "how you doin'?" or "baby, you need any cash?" (yes,i was propositioned in downtown minneapolis) or "damn..." (yesterday's). i don't get it. was i supposed to be impressed that he worked three jobs? hm.

i'm really tempted to name my snake Soren (after Kierkegaard, of course). haha. and i shall introduce him (her?) as Soren, the Existential Snake.
i really can't believe i'm about to feed it a little baby mouse- a pinkie, in herpophile speak, it's still naked and blind and oh so helpless. i find it even harder to believe that i will soon be putting little frozen pinkies in the microwave. being objective about it helps, i suppose - just keep telling myself that this is the way life works. it's too bad we never really get to experience it, and this whole civilization thing tends to dull our senses, our most animalistic instincts. i know i've said this before, but sometimes i feel like i'm not really living. i want to know what it's like to have to catch and kill my own food, i want to be pushed to survive. and yeah, we do that in society, but we're so far removed! we make money to buy food that somebody else farmed/grew/killed. where's the life in that?
wow. i just read this over, and...i'm weird, man. does this make sense to anybody else?

edit (a few hours later)-
when i left to go to work, i left a cage with a snake and a pinkie in it. i come back and there's just a snake with a giant bulge. oy. yes, i knew that that's what happens, but it's just too...real. i am a little disappointed i missed the carnage, though it would've been something i watched with my eyes partially covered and cringing the whole time...see what civilization does to you? i can't even face the realities of life...:)
(the smile indicates facetiousness. mostly)