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clevermanka) wrote2006-01-30 11:26 am
In a pique
Living in a college town, I see this sort of thing all the time. It never fails to completely piss me off.
Oh help! I'm graduating and I can't take my pet!" Unreal. This person adopted her cat a whole 18 months ago and now "Oops! Ha ha looky here I'm graduating and I can't take my beloved kitty." God this gets me every time. I understand and sympathize with people who must give up a pet because of health issues or family stuff. For instance, gods forbid I would ever have to move in with my parents to care for them due to illness. If I did, I'd have to leave Fetish with someone since my dad is deathly allergic to cats. That's understandable. A no-win situation.
But what, this person has a sudden epiphany that she's going to graduate from college (OMG like how did that happen?) and it'll be just too gosh-darned inconvenient to take ol' Fluffy along. "Much to her dismay" precious kitty "can't come with her to her next apartment." Yeah? So find a different fucking apartment, my girl.
God. Damn. What is wrong with people?
*sigh*
Friday night I slept for twelve hours, straight through. Saturday? Ten hours. This morning, after a measly little seven and a half hours, I am The Walking Dead. It's either a lingering illness or my thyroid is messing up again. Which would truly be teh suxxor since my endocrinologist retired and we don't have a single thyroid doc in town now. Crossing my fingers for the Lingering Illness option. But if I continue to be tired and slowly put on weight, I'm going to have to make the trek to Topeka and possibly go through that whole hell of diagnosis with a new doc again. I really hope not. I really really hope not.
Got tons done this weekend: Four knitting needle cases and some progress on the quilt.
angelbedwell,
nottygypsy,
fireguarder, and
thefox_rb: Your needle cases are done. Email me to arrange for pickup.
starstraf, when would you like to arrange a time for fabric viewing so you can pick something for yours? Let me know. I can come to your place. Tuesday evenings are good for me.
And ya'll, please, please, please, don't say a peep about this weather we're having. Just 48 more hours. If I can have a sunny, snow-free birthday tomorrow, it'll be the first time in over 15 years that has happened. How amazing would that be? Really amazing, that's how.
Oh help! I'm graduating and I can't take my pet!" Unreal. This person adopted her cat a whole 18 months ago and now "Oops! Ha ha looky here I'm graduating and I can't take my beloved kitty." God this gets me every time. I understand and sympathize with people who must give up a pet because of health issues or family stuff. For instance, gods forbid I would ever have to move in with my parents to care for them due to illness. If I did, I'd have to leave Fetish with someone since my dad is deathly allergic to cats. That's understandable. A no-win situation.
But what, this person has a sudden epiphany that she's going to graduate from college (OMG like how did that happen?) and it'll be just too gosh-darned inconvenient to take ol' Fluffy along. "Much to her dismay" precious kitty "can't come with her to her next apartment." Yeah? So find a different fucking apartment, my girl.
God. Damn. What is wrong with people?
*sigh*
Friday night I slept for twelve hours, straight through. Saturday? Ten hours. This morning, after a measly little seven and a half hours, I am The Walking Dead. It's either a lingering illness or my thyroid is messing up again. Which would truly be teh suxxor since my endocrinologist retired and we don't have a single thyroid doc in town now. Crossing my fingers for the Lingering Illness option. But if I continue to be tired and slowly put on weight, I'm going to have to make the trek to Topeka and possibly go through that whole hell of diagnosis with a new doc again. I really hope not. I really really hope not.
Got tons done this weekend: Four knitting needle cases and some progress on the quilt.
And ya'll, please, please, please, don't say a peep about this weather we're having. Just 48 more hours. If I can have a sunny, snow-free birthday tomorrow, it'll be the first time in over 15 years that has happened. How amazing would that be? Really amazing, that's how.

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it's weird... but I'll hope you're just sick for you. ;)
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That's how I got my snake. The girl claimed she couldn't transport it to her new home in California. She could've worked it out if she'd actually wanted to.
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Aargh!
Aaargh! I say!
Yar, this is the sort of thing that tends to overflow my "People Suck" file and makes me all grumpy. I don't understand why these people even bother to adopt an animal in the first place. It's not like a f**king car, fer crissakes. But that seems to be their mentality--not that this is another sentient to be treated with respect, love, and dignity, but merely another consumer product to be used at their convenience. If anything makes me all sweet on the idea of karma, it's this kind of callous idiocy. Putting my two kitties down last semester was bad enough, and I still get choked up when I go to houses with cats in 'em.
*sigh*
Jerks.
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I had no idea that your thyroid condition wasn't completely cleared up. Suck-o-rama.
Oh, and since I'll likely be at work tomorrow while you're near a computer, happy early birthday!
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Well, I'll be on meds for it for the rest of my life, but we thought we had it under control. And we still might! This might just be a health/weather combo. We'll see.
Can't take kitty with me...
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Roe (my doggie) was 8 weeks old when I saved him from the nutzo lady right before graduation. He spent nights with me in the architecture studio through my week of finals. The other designers helped take care of him while we worked on our portfolios all night long. It can be done.
Sorry about the ick that's lurking about in your immune system but I'm rooting for you tomorrow!
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Happy Birthday!
The cat should be the one graduating and dropping her stupid ass off at a shelter.
meow