Furry Demon From Hell

This made me smile today:



I ganked in from Cute Overload which is, quite possibly, the best website on Earth.

Neko Visits Hell Again

I knew better. I'd be a lot happier now if I hadn't. Instead, I feel like taking a kitchen knife to my chest and digging out this cursed heart. I fucking hate this shit. I fell in love, like an idiot. And it was, briefly, returned. However, he decided that his wife and kids took priority after all. I agreed with him, despite my selfish desires. I realized how much I liked him, and realized that I don't want him to fuck up his life because of me. So, what could have happened almost happened, but didn't. And I feel like I need to see my own blood again. I need to cut something open, watch it spill out, feel physically what I'm feeling emotionally. I'm at work right now, but there are tears...little, quiet ones. And there's an intense loathing for life and love and I just don't want to feel anymore.

The Masculine Side of Hell

If I had a penis, I would nickname it "The Lone Gunman" and it would be sitting atop a grassy knoll of pubes. And I'd probably spend all day jerking off. But, you didn't want to know that, did you?

A Fire In Hell

I just know I'm about to dis' someone's favorite band right about now. It's not intentional. Well, the dis' is intentional, but not because it's someone's favorite band. I imagine that every music enthusiast has at least one band that's their "guilty pleasure". It's that band that you'd be embarassed for the "cool kids" to know you listen to. It's that one singer you know is terrible, but it's catchy and you can't resist it for some reason. For Shenry, it's Dragonforce. (That's right buddy, I busted ya out online!) My brother hates Eminem because he's a juggalo now. But, back in the dizzay, he used to listen to Eminem all the time.

Me? Currently the band that fits into my "guilty pleasure" category is AFI. They're bad. Not bad in the Michael Jackson sense of the word...wait let me rephrase...Not bad in the ass sense of the word, bad in a moldy bread sort of way. The singer, Davey Havok is very femme, except when he's growling the lyrics. For some reason, he reminds me of Travis Barker. The lyrics are redikulous and nonsensical and remind me of cheerleader verses. The instrumental portion is only slightly more tolerable. Every song has some sort of obnoxiously repetitive guitar riff. Basically, AFI is lame. I foolishly spent the cost of their album December Underground because I liked the song Miss Murder on the radio. At first listen of the album, I smacked myself in the forehead, thinking, "Damn. I should have just downloaded this crap." It must have been the circle of bunnies on the cover that suckered me in. But, now that I have it downloaded onto my iPod, I like to give it a listen every now and then just for fun. There's something about it that started to grow on me after the first couple of listens. Maybe because it doesn't require much thought or investment to listen to. Once you stop trying to make sense out of the retarded lyrics, it can be fun to chant along to (as long as nobody else is listening). Sshh!

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How the Hell Do They Do That?

Neko ambition in life is to work at the factory that makes the little ribbons inside Hershey's Kisses.

Hell Gets Hot for Blue Eyes

There’s a hot, young attorney here at the office. He’s been here since I started. I used to get hot flashes when he passed me in the hallway. I swear the boy could be a male model. I can totally see him pimpin’ the Calven Klein. Blue eyes. *swoon* Of course, I’ve long since given up trying to catch his eye. He’s an attorney. He’s on a completely different rung of the ladder. He doesn’t even smile back when I see him. I smile at everyone, not just the hotties. Usually, if I don’t get a return smile, the non-smiler is automatically added to my shit list. But, I could forgive Mr. Blue Eyes for just about anything, especially any oh-so-naughty indescretions and misunderstandings. Anyway, I’m not a hot young attorney, so I don’t get any attention from hot young attorneys. Besides, rumor has it that he’s in a “serious” relationship. I saw the girl at the office Christmas party. She didn’t seem all that special, but boys don’t always have the best taste.

I used to come up with reasons why I wouldn’t want him anyway. Like, maybe he has a little wang, or he’s stuck up, or maybe he’s an obsessive compulsive neat freak, or maybe he’s one of those twisted guys who likes it when his sex partners dress in a diaper (eeewww). Gay? That would just make him hotter. But now, I’m a little more satisfied with my position in life. Now I’m content just to stare at his ass in the hallway. He’s purely eye candy for me. That doesn’t stop me from blushing on the few occasions when he does speak to me though. *swoon* What makes matters worse; he hangs out with the other super hottie attorney (also in a “relationship”) in the office. The two of them together, passing me by the cubicles, is almost too much to handle. We’re talkin’ instant pantie wetness, sudden jump in body temperature and fluttering eyelids here. *swoon* *swoon*

The other guy (let’s call him Mr. Tall) is a real sweetheart. AND he’s a vegetarian. AND he’s been one for almost as long as I have. AND he knows me by name, even though we don’t work together. Sheesh. I wonder what I have to do to snag myself a decent guy. At this age though, any guy who’s not married or gay is probably a fat, psychopathic loser or a felon or a fat psychopathic loser felon. I’ll have to ask my well-to-do friend where his rich buddies hang out. Should Neko go “Golddigger”?