Friday, April 17, 2009

!%$#^%$&

Please don't enter my house and literally whistle to get my attention. I am not a dog.

If you feel the need to treat me like a dog, I will respond accordingly and bite you.

That's just one of those things I consider to be a huge insult, whistling at someone. Worse than telling someone to fuck off, probably because I've desensitized that. I dunno. I feel like it's sort of...demoralizing.

Which is why I used to whistle at Alex and say, "Here Boy! Come 'ere!" as a joke when we were fighting. It doesn't really bug him that I've ever noticed. Really, the only way to get back at Alex for the tortures he inflicts upon me is just poking him in the back. He's the same way I used to be. If you poke him in the back he'll fall over and cry. And I don't feel bad doing it, because they used to do it to me, and I know how much that shit hurts. Which is why I don't do it unless I'm severely pissed. That, and the more you use it, the less it hurts.

Admittedly, it still hurts like a mother when people touch my back. I don't like it at all. Just...don't touch my shoulders, don't touch my back, don't even stand behind me.

Anyway, if Randy whistles at my mother, or me again to get our attention, I swear I'm going to fucking slap him.

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