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Feb. 11th, 2005 03:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
froodleDear members of the general public;
Yes, I know my hair is long. I know this because I am the one whose head it grows from. It is doubtful that, over the last several years, I have somehow failed to notice the four feet of brownie-blonde stuff sprouting from my scalp. Therefore, you do not need to point it out to me.
Yes, it is a lovely colour. Yes, it is thick, and shiny, and it does indeed have a wonderful texture. I am well aware that my hair is quite fabulous - that is in fact, part of the reason I wear it so long. I am also well aware that, after years of perms and bleaching and the use of enough hairspray to create a not inconsiderable hole in the ozone layer, your hair is nowhere near as fabulous as mine. That is why I tolerate your comments with a pained smile, and do not beat you over the head with a hardbacked copy of Lord of the Rings every time you make these inane comments.
However, touching my hair is absolutely, without a doubt, 100% Not Okay. Stroking it as though it were a friendly housecat is Damn Creepy, and YANKING ON IT hard enough to make my fucking eyes water is likely to earn you a fork in the eye, had I a fork on my person at the time.
Do Not Pull My Hair.
Honestly, what the fuck is wrong with you people? Don't you have parents? What in the world would make you think touching a complete stranger like that is okay?
I bet you touch pregnant women's stomaches in supermarkets, too.
On a related note, yes, that is a pet carrier in my hand. You can tell from the fact that it has "Pet Voyager 100" emblazoned on the side. And yes, at this moment, it contains one grey rabbit, of the OMGSOCUTE variety. I am not denying the cuteness of my rabbit. He was, after all, picked specifically for the maximization of cute-rabbitness in my vicinity.
However, please, please use some common sense. What is the number one reason someone would have a rabbit, in a pet carrier, on public transport in the middle of the afternoon?
If you need a hint, observe the sticker on the top of the pet carrier.
"Beechwood Vetinary Group".
That's right folks, he's just been to see the vet.
And what is the mental and emotional state of animals who have just been to see the vet? Come on, think now.
DINGDINGDING!
That's right. Frightened, in pain, and liable to bite when touched.
So don't let your horrible children stick their grubby, wormlike fingers through the wires in the door.
And even more important, Don't Do It Yourselves. He Will Take Your Finger Off.
Jesus Fucking Christ.
Touch Not What Does Not Belong To You.
How hard is that to remember?
No love,
Froodle (who almost wishes she HAD let him bite your filthy carpet-ape, but was worried about upsetting his delicate rabbit tummy)
Yes, I know my hair is long. I know this because I am the one whose head it grows from. It is doubtful that, over the last several years, I have somehow failed to notice the four feet of brownie-blonde stuff sprouting from my scalp. Therefore, you do not need to point it out to me.
Yes, it is a lovely colour. Yes, it is thick, and shiny, and it does indeed have a wonderful texture. I am well aware that my hair is quite fabulous - that is in fact, part of the reason I wear it so long. I am also well aware that, after years of perms and bleaching and the use of enough hairspray to create a not inconsiderable hole in the ozone layer, your hair is nowhere near as fabulous as mine. That is why I tolerate your comments with a pained smile, and do not beat you over the head with a hardbacked copy of Lord of the Rings every time you make these inane comments.
However, touching my hair is absolutely, without a doubt, 100% Not Okay. Stroking it as though it were a friendly housecat is Damn Creepy, and YANKING ON IT hard enough to make my fucking eyes water is likely to earn you a fork in the eye, had I a fork on my person at the time.
Do Not Pull My Hair.
Honestly, what the fuck is wrong with you people? Don't you have parents? What in the world would make you think touching a complete stranger like that is okay?
I bet you touch pregnant women's stomaches in supermarkets, too.
On a related note, yes, that is a pet carrier in my hand. You can tell from the fact that it has "Pet Voyager 100" emblazoned on the side. And yes, at this moment, it contains one grey rabbit, of the OMGSOCUTE variety. I am not denying the cuteness of my rabbit. He was, after all, picked specifically for the maximization of cute-rabbitness in my vicinity.
However, please, please use some common sense. What is the number one reason someone would have a rabbit, in a pet carrier, on public transport in the middle of the afternoon?
If you need a hint, observe the sticker on the top of the pet carrier.
"Beechwood Vetinary Group".
That's right folks, he's just been to see the vet.
And what is the mental and emotional state of animals who have just been to see the vet? Come on, think now.
DINGDINGDING!
That's right. Frightened, in pain, and liable to bite when touched.
So don't let your horrible children stick their grubby, wormlike fingers through the wires in the door.
And even more important, Don't Do It Yourselves. He Will Take Your Finger Off.
Jesus Fucking Christ.
Touch Not What Does Not Belong To You.
How hard is that to remember?
No love,
Froodle (who almost wishes she HAD let him bite your filthy carpet-ape, but was worried about upsetting his delicate rabbit tummy)
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Date: 2005-02-13 12:56 am (UTC)*was not up till 6:30 this...ok. yesterday. morning looking for it, oh no. is totally sane and normal (http://www.penny-arcade.com/view.php3?date=2004-05-28&res=l) person.*
well. that's what this post reminded me off.
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Date: 2005-02-14 04:39 pm (UTC)