I know it’s hard to believe. But I am not always incredibly pleasant. There are several things you cannot suggest to me tell me to do and expect me to roll with.
1) Declawing my cat.
2) …
Well, that’s all that comes to mind. I have no sense of humour about that and, yes, despite being exceptionally easygoing about just about any other horrible thing you can think of, I cannot even find something remotely cute or funny about turning the mutilation of my cat’s toes into some kind of ha-ha fest.
I’m not getting into details, but hey, every once in a while, I’d like my friends to realize (and allow) the fact that I might actually have convictions and there’s a line not to cross as far as jokes are concerned. When I tell you someone told me to declaw my cat and you make a joke thereafter, about how much you hate cats [and you’re a fucking shitbag anyway, so who cares what you like?], I’m not going to take it lightly.
…Dan, of course I’m looking in your direction. 😀
Oh, and I got a new apartment (pending their approval of the third person who will be moving in). Tra-la-la-la.
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