I graced Emma's video phone application today with my divine presence.

A manly vocal message to my followers.

A practice stunt for a collaboration project with Chuck Norris.

Me being way happy that Emma is cuddling me.

Current Mood: bitchy
Current Music: Wtf Emma is listening to.

Emma has been crafting a Frank doll for her little sister Ally, and I have been watching this process with great chagrin while pretending to be sleeping on the end of her bed. She has achieved the tattoos with frightening accuracy, however, the grotesque fauxhawk seems to be presenting her with a rather difficult time. In layman speckk, the black pointy parts won't stay on the red flat parts. It keeps falling off.

Her little sister Tess put it on and did an emotional!hxc expression, and, the immediate response was raucious laughter and a removal of my plump, adorable body from its specially crafted window kitty shelf with reassurances of 'Oh Snicky Doodle, you're such a good booooy'.

( Not amused. )



'Buy me Hawthorne Heights, bitch.'

Current Location: my specially installed kitty shelf
Current Mood: grumpy
Current Music: Golden, FOB (Hemmingway, marry me)

It has become clear to me now that my first course of action against my Nemesis must be to outdo her in her forte: emo pictures. Though I will not don human clothing- I find it sick and perverse- I will match her in her ability to appear thoughtful and wise concerning the most mundane of subjects.

( Crawling in my skin... these wounds, they will not heal )

Current Mood: very very emotional
Current Music: Linkin Park