The Daily Puppy

Sunday, 27 November 2011

Ugh, I can't believe it.... *facepalm*

I fucking missed Danger Days' birthday.

How could I?

I mean, yeah, I'm the only fan, but still...

I wouldn't really be considered a fan now.

Damn.

Damn it all.

Fuck this.

Shit.

I feel like kicking something, but thankfully there's juice, which has been hydrating sassy assassins since 1977.

Thursday, 24 November 2011

New blog

And HOPEFULLY I get lesser attention there.

NO TROLLS. TROLLING WILL RESULT IN ME COMING TO YOU AND SUCKING ALL YOUR BLOOD OUT.

'ave a nice day.

http://lamentations-of-a-teenage-girl-nothin.blogspot.com/

Friday, 18 November 2011

I love myself. Darn it. Darn it all.

I have gotten Gee's birthday present (it's a nice little letter opener), but I'm not gonna upload the picture yet.

Damn you guys, damn you all. Yes, damn you.

I have also gotten Frankie's birthday present for next year. It's a teeshirt.

Thursday, 17 November 2011

Whoops! I can be such a bitch.

Sorry SO MUCH for not being here guys. I was at a church camp, and honestly it was for people like my younger brother.

*coughthaddeuscough*

Anyway, I've gotten a pretty little present for Raymond Toro Oritz! Yay for presents! Yes, it IS his Christmas present.



Thursday, 10 November 2011

Derek's Christmas present

Well, the title says it all.

Dear Derek, you fib about the door. I know you do.

Why, you ask? Because I am more awesome than you are. So there. (I nearly strangled someone for lying on my bed in a hotel room, so don't you dare argue.)

Yes, I am rather dangerous. Too dangerous, maybe. Anyway, your Christmas present is in the little picture....

It's also a button badge. Do you like button badges? Say yes, before I poke your eyes out with the needle.

Also don't you DARE complain about why the band is getting better presents than you. Why? Oh, that's so simple. It's because they've saved my life SO many times.

Have a nice day.

I don't care about the presents, underneath the Christmas tree.....

Christmas is coming! I've already gotten Christmas presents for my little Gerard Way, Frankie Iero and Moikay Way. Still unsure about what I should get for Torosaurus. Suggestions welcome!

Anyway, this is Gerard's present: (even though he can't get it)

It's a badge, like, a button badge. <3

My scanner fucking sucks, so sorry about it being at the corner.

Moikay's present: (I originally wanted to give him a caricature, but the caricaturist disappeared off the face of the earth for unknown reasons.....)

Frankie's Christmas present plays on his arachnophobia, please don't hate me for it.... Also sorry about the black and white quality of the picture. Fucking handphone. The hourglass on the spider's back is blood red.

See, Frankie? Spiders aren't THAT bad.



I think I should bake a cupcake for Torosaurus that says, "Destroy(a) me!"

Thursday, 3 November 2011

The posts have started...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEEEE :)

I'm such a narcissist at times.

Anyway, the posts have started on facebook! Congratulations to Jasper on getting first happy birthday post on my wall.

I am waiting....

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

I'm kinda getting a little sick and tired here...

I have a lot to say today. Explains all the posts and shit.

I've started trying to stop cutting, because of what happened here. Nightfire, a person on www.mychemicalromance.com, is a normal person. A fan of MCR. Her neighbour was brought to the psychiatric ward because she was self-harming and attempted suicide.

NOTE: THIS HAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH FUCKING MCR. OKAY? DON'T GET THE FUCKING FACTS MIXED UP.

So she posted and asked for help.

Dear nightfire's neighbour,


Please don't hurt yourself. No matter how desolate anything seems, nothing is worth trying to take your life over. I've tried before, I know what I'm talking about. I look at the fading scars on my wrists and I smile to myself, think back and say, "How silly I was then." I know that the emotional pain you go through is great, and I sincerely hope you do pull through. Your life is yours. Live it to the fullest. That is how I live my life now, and in comparison to when I was so emotionally depressed, I smile a lot more and the sun seems to shine a lot more. My mom says I look so much healthier, and my dad comments that I look so much better. Why? Because I'm not my moping self anymore.

Wallowing in self-pity will do you nothing but harm, dear. People out here care for you. People out here love you for who you are. By hurting yourself you are hurting them for something that they have never done. Please, look to your friends. Talk to someone. Read suicide-prevention websites. Listen to quotes. Love yourself for who you are, and you find that the hurt inside will snigger and laugh, but it will disappear. You will pull through. I believe in you. Even if you don't believe in yourself, I still put my faith in you because I know you can.

"The world can be a really ugly place, right? It's not always really pretty it gets ugly, peoples' feelings get hurt. Sometimes it's terrible, but it's also a really beautiful place, and we all share it together. If you ever feel depressed or hurt in any way or you find yourself feeling very desperate, you find somebody that you trust, that you can talk to, be it a teacher, a parent, a best friend, a therapist at school, there's lots of free programmes you guys can find people to talk to. But the main thing is: no matter what, no matter what happens to you, no matter how desperate you feel, you never resort to violence." -- Gerard Way.\

I hope that this little piece of hope can help you.
<3,
BB, Zone 6, Battery City

Please reblog, and tell the world that MCR isn't what it seems. We aren't a fucking cult. We fucking care for each other as if we were family. We look out for one another. If you have a problem, we can solve it. (Unless, of course, you want to fly. Or you want to bring someone back from the dead. Or something inhumane like that.) We can help you. We can direct you guys to help. Remember, nothing is worth hurting yourself or taking your life over. Please reblog. I thank you from the bottom of my black little heart.

I'm also fucking sick and tired of fucking stereotypes. Today I told my friends, "Gerard dyed his fucking hair black --" and before I could go on, they both said, "Gerard died? That's the best news I've heard!"

Please, allow me to inwardly facepalm.

Good God, people, Gerard is a life-saver. MCR is a life-saver. If I hadn't listened to their music, I would be six feet underground with a knife in my heart, a rope tight around my neck and my cold dead hand clutching a crumpled suicide note. "This band saves lives." And MCR has lived up to that particular claim. Yeah, their music might be a little on the hardcore/ rock side, but fuck, what does it matter? If pop was labelled as rock and rock was labelled as pop, people will be listening to rock not pop! Get it? Labels are fucking trash. Rubbish. Bullshit. Absolutely bullshit.

YES!

Some PERSON finally got the fuck out of my life! I don't give a damn whether he's reading this or not, I've left my rant there for a while and he hasn't commented! I'm fucking happy. I'm fucking happy that that fucking person got the fuck out of here. He was really starting to get fucking annoying, you know?

What? Oh, who? Naw, I'm feeling merciful today, so I'll be nice and not reveal his name.

Oh, what's that now? Why am I so happy that he's gone? Oh, you see, he was really starting to get very annoying with his fucking philosophical talk and all that fucking shit. I'm not an innocent little girl in a pink dress with two cute little pigtails. I'm a girl in blood-stained shirt and jeans, holding a knife in my hand, blood everywhere, grey matter splattered across my face and a dead body at my feet. I'm not what you think I am, so stop treating me that way.

I lost my innocence a long time ago. Really long ago. It's absolutely nothing to me now.

I got classes to go to, so I guess I'll disappear.

BB, Killjoy, Battery City, Zone 6, out.