Life is hard enough without creating drama, isn’t it? I don’t want to say it’s too hard, because that really starts to sound like a spoiled Hollywood type, but that’s me, too. I’m about as badass as a domesticated lynx can be. If we really gotta throw down, I’ll tear your eye sockets out and I’ll drag you up in the tree and we’ll do the whole fucking feline thing. But all things being equal, give me a bowl of milk and let me lick my fur and let me wax prolific on what it means to be a member of the cat family. Because it’s a big deal, and you don’t get to be me, and I do, so fuck you. (x)
I consider myself a veteran… of sorts, and I’ve made somewhat of a study on this. Tell me if I’m wrong.