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.
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.