my life as a goat

the other day a well-meaning friend sent along a link to reincarnation station. a good old-fashioned time suck.

i opened the link and answered the questions, pretty light and airy stuff. what do you value most? (my accomplishments.) if you had only $2 and a friend asked to borrow $2 would you give it to him or her? (yes.) if you see a retarded person, what is the first thought that comes to mind? (my answer "ding! fries are done" is not getting me brownie points.)

so when it tallied my answers to let me know whether i'm coming back in my next life as a slug or puppy brought to live with one of my descendants (the highest level that could be achieved), i was mildy perplexed when it said i was to become... a goat.

but then i kept reading (and probably where i should've stopped) it told me 61% of people are coming back higher than me (re: are nicer) and i better change my life or my future self is destined to become a goat.

what? lemme see goats are herbivores, live on the side of mountains in picturesque settings, get fat and make awesome cheese from their milk (so i'd need to learn to cook). what is so wrong with being a goat?