mrpersnickitty

It's me: in LIVING TECHNICOLOR.

2007-07-25T07:22:03Z

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.

Damn you, Frank Iero.

2007-07-18T05:59:36Z

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'.

Idiot.

'What was that? Oh. Just my dignity running out the door.'

Now, if you haven't been introduced to him, I have a companion of sorts. A young cat- though he prefers 'kat' because he's a faggot- named Groban. I mock him for his namesake, with which he cleverly retorts 'Your name is Mr. Persnickity'.

Like my owner, I am wise, all-seeing, empathetic, and sworn to Alex Trebek. And like his owner, Groban is a camera hog, an airhead, and a whore.

He always fucking out-emos me.

Fat lard.

I am not amused.

'This is my happy face.'

'Buy me Hawthorne Heights, bitch.'

Emotional.

2007-06-29T02:45:54Z

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.

The bright light beams from her eyes.
From broken glass
Or a broken heart.

I wanted to tell you
What really happened
But how do I explain this?
How do I explain anything?

It's just so hard being me... and not we.

All I know are apologies... do you feel the shame?

Smiles are no more than ( empty love )

The flowers I gave you
Have died, been lost, and thrown away.
Just like me.

My heart bleeds no more.
Now it's been turned to stone.

I've broken both my legs falling for you.
Drag me on the ground.