Pink IS rugged.

Ugh.

Sat, 10 Sep 2005 04:28:53 GMT

Just thought I'd post to remind everyone I'm still alive.

And annoyed.

And bitchy.

And terribly pink.

Oh the /drama/.

Fri, 10 Dec 2004 04:10:34 GMT

And Hammie thinks HER social life is screwed up. Dramatic sigh.

Keo: I'm the vice-president of the Meo fanclub! *beams*
Jag: Who's the president..?
Keo: MEO!
Meo: I'm /president/.
Keo: *beams* YES!
Jag: Figures.
Keo: Aww, he feels left out. You can be SECRETARY!
Jag: WHAT THE FUCK?!
Meo: It's fitting.
Keo: Treasurer..?
Jag: *seethes* No.Thank.You.
Meo: Secretary. Treasurer is.... I don't think he's a money handler.
Keo: Good point. Secretary it is!
Jag: I PROTEST THIS. THIS IS...THIS IS FORCED LABOR.
Meo: I don't mind.
Keo: You could be his sex slave!
Jag: HAAMMMMIIIEEEE!!
Hammie: Hehehhehe. Yeeess?
Jag: ;_;
Meo: *eyebrow raise* You /know/ you want to.
Jag: HAMMIE SAVE ME.
Keo: It's all about what Meo wants.
Hammie: Hehehe.
Jag: ....You're going to take pictures, aren't you?
Hammie: *hides her camera behind her back* What? Nooooo!
Meo: *moves himself next to Jag and sits down*
Jag: *flips out* HAMMIE SAVE MEEEEEEEE
Keo: *dims the lights, turns on SEXY MUSIC(TM)*
Meo: *purrrrr*
Jag: Ahhhh ;_; *tries to hide*
Hammie: *locks the door* e.e
Meo: *purrrrrr*
Kuami: *buries the key*
Hammie: *Installs a two-way mirror so she can watch* e.e
Keo: *distributes heart shaped pillows around the room, turns up SEXY MUSIC*
Jag: OHMYGOD
Meo: Keo darling? Gets some /candles/... *resists the urge to cackle*
Keo: *obeys happily, bringing in VANILLA SCENTED candles*
Jag: *whimpers* O_O
Meo: *whisperhisses* Hammah, camera at the ready...
Hammie: *readies camera* Do something, Meo! You've got him!
Keo: *slinks out of room* I'll leave you two alone ;D
Jag: NO PLEASE
Meo: I know you envy my sister. *takes a step towards Jag, beaming*
Jag: What? Why? huh? DONT COME NEAR ME ;_; RAAPE.
Hammie: It's consentual and you know it.
Kuami: *head bobble* I agree, I agree!
Meo: *takes another step*
Jag: *steps back, falls over a heart shaped pillow* Oof ;_;
Meo: *takes another step, purrs louder*
Jag: *scrambling backwards, only to get tangled in more heart shaped pillows* IM DOOMED
Meo: Consentual, love, consentual!
Jag: *curls up in a ball*
Meo: *stands over and tentatively prods with a forepaw*
Jag: *whimpers* DONTHURTMEPLEASE.
Meo: I won't hurt you. *sits down*
Jag: *peeks out from beneath paw* Really? But you were all... all... scary and romantic. o-o
Meo: You don't like romance?
Jag: There's something wrong with you, isn't there. It's contagious, isn't it. OHMYGODDD *flips out*
Meo: *watches Jag fight with heart pillows*
Jag: Calms down slowly, eyes Meo* What do YOU want?
Meo: What do you think I want?
Jag: I don't knooooooow ;_;
Hammie: HINT: YOU.
Jag: BUT YOU HATE ME.
Meo: *frown, kitten face* Do you hate me?
Jag: ...n...noo....
Meo: Do you like me?
Jag: I don't know, not when you're mean to me o.o
Meo: Am I being mean now?
Jag: ...no...but that just makes me suspicious o_____O
Meo: *frown* Whyy?
Jag: BECAUSE YOU HATE ME *flips put again, nearly catches on fire from the vanilla scented candles*
Meo: But I don't hate you. *watches*
Jag: You don't? o_o *beats the flame out with a heart shaped pillow*
Meo: *tries not to freak out. /His pillows!/* No, I don't. *pause, purr*
Jag: *eyes him narrowly* then what do yuu ...er...how... what DO you...er..me?
Meo: *eye twitch* ... /guess/.
Jag: NO. ;_; I HATE YOUR GAMES.
Hammie: *stares* ooooo...
Meo: *eyebrow raise* And what exactly are these games?
Jag: Mind games. MIIIND GAAAMESSS. *smoothes his fur absently*
Meo: *smiles* And what mind games are those, exactly?
Jag: THESE ONES. What do you WANNNT?
Meo: It's not intentional, honest.
Jag: I don't care. *sulk*
Meo: Fine. *leaves*

I don't know what I did to deserve it, frankly.

oh, this is still here..?

Mon, 06 Dec 2004 13:58:35 GMT

I haven't updated this thing in absolute /AGES/.... I know you've all missed me terribly. I blame Hammie, the lazy wench. In any case, I shall be attempting to wrench her off her laptop long enough for ME to do MY updating... hmph. Selfish.

Not much is new for me, alas, I haven't been getting out much. I think it's for fear that Meo will show up like he does and torment me. Life really is not at all fair. I think perhaps there should be a law against that....THING.

I need more fanart. Hmm. Perhaps I ouht to start threatening people again; that seemed to work fairly well. In any case, I'm tired and Hammie really should be doing her schoolwork, so I'll leave you now. Tata, darlings.

Oh. My. God.

Sun, 27 Jun 2004 03:42:26 GMT

So I was walking along today, minding my own business when this group of other cats sort of..appears in front of me. I thought about just walking by, but they looked mildly interesting, so I stopped to grace them with my wit and charm. After a short period of time it became very clear that they were the angst-ridden gothic sheep types who sit about and don't talk unless it's to insult someone. Mildly annoyed, I pulled out my mirror to check my fur, and this utter bitch says "You can't hold a /mirror/, you haven't got any opposable thumbs."

...

Now EXCUSE ME, but is that not very uncalled for? Just how does she know I don't have thumbs?! Also, it's not like kougras are exactly the archetypal felines. We have vocal cords, don't we? I was very peeved. I wanted to just.. THROW THINGS. Argh.

...

..~~I miss Meo.~~

Hmmph.

Fri, 25 Jun 2004 01:28:06 GMT

Hello, this is indeed Jag, as you may have heard. I blackmailed Hammie into getting me this account, don't believe what SHE says.. I also plan on forcing her to make it pretty, like ME. Hmm. Aren't I clever?