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This week the subject is me.
Mar. 22nd, 2007 05:39 pmWork: Each day has had a utilities-based calamity. No electricity. No bathroom. NO MORE PATIENCE. I had to go pee in the World's Filthiest McDonald's. My butt is too delightful for such crudities.
Health: Bloodwork was as screwy as WCW's booking. Boy-howdy, did my doctor go off. At least, I get extra servings of spinach salad out of the deal.
Wrestling: After I whined about being meh over wrestling, both Impact and Smackdown put out solid shows. So now my hopes are up again, and that will only lead to Great And Prolonged Dashing of Said Hopes. Though, a realization I had might cushion a bit of the dashing... I don't give two squeaks about Raw. There, I said it.
Raw is the big show, both on the smark sites and within fandom. But, for me Raw is two hours of yawn. I don't like Cena, Edge, Orton, Umaga, Candice, or Melina at all. I can't watch Flair wrestling anymore; I spend the match cringing in fear of seeing him have a coronary. The few wrestlers I do like: Carlito, Mickie, the World's Greatest Tag Team, and Trevor Murdoch NEVER EVER have anything fun going on. Raw does nothing for me right now, and until it starts to, I don't have to care about it. Smackdown deserves more love.
Wrestling fandom: Still convinced Yugoma is a troll. "X-PAC IN LEATHER PANTS. IMAGINE IT!!!!!!!!!!" caused great LOL's to bellow forth.
Writing wrestlefic: I'm giving this bout of writer's block one more week, then it's drabble bootcamp. Except that I hate drabbles. They aren't fulfilling. Where has my snarky, twisty, awwwww-inducing imagination gone?
Idol: Gina sucks. Edgy as a circle. And as much as I dislike Haley, I'm giving her props this week for finally realizing "Hey, all these other broads are dogs. I'm rocking the tiny shorts."
Dream: I had one of those "OH MAN YES" sex dreams the other night. Except my brain decided to cast a horror writer as Mr. SexMeUp, rather than M. Hardy, Carlito, Christian, Daivari, London, or any other g-damn wrestler. My brain continues to betray.
Chattiness: Yes, I've got a case of that.
Health: Bloodwork was as screwy as WCW's booking. Boy-howdy, did my doctor go off. At least, I get extra servings of spinach salad out of the deal.
Wrestling: After I whined about being meh over wrestling, both Impact and Smackdown put out solid shows. So now my hopes are up again, and that will only lead to Great And Prolonged Dashing of Said Hopes. Though, a realization I had might cushion a bit of the dashing... I don't give two squeaks about Raw. There, I said it.
Raw is the big show, both on the smark sites and within fandom. But, for me Raw is two hours of yawn. I don't like Cena, Edge, Orton, Umaga, Candice, or Melina at all. I can't watch Flair wrestling anymore; I spend the match cringing in fear of seeing him have a coronary. The few wrestlers I do like: Carlito, Mickie, the World's Greatest Tag Team, and Trevor Murdoch NEVER EVER have anything fun going on. Raw does nothing for me right now, and until it starts to, I don't have to care about it. Smackdown deserves more love.
Wrestling fandom: Still convinced Yugoma is a troll. "X-PAC IN LEATHER PANTS. IMAGINE IT!!!!!!!!!!" caused great LOL's to bellow forth.
Writing wrestlefic: I'm giving this bout of writer's block one more week, then it's drabble bootcamp. Except that I hate drabbles. They aren't fulfilling. Where has my snarky, twisty, awwwww-inducing imagination gone?
Idol: Gina sucks. Edgy as a circle. And as much as I dislike Haley, I'm giving her props this week for finally realizing "Hey, all these other broads are dogs. I'm rocking the tiny shorts."
Dream: I had one of those "OH MAN YES" sex dreams the other night. Except my brain decided to cast a horror writer as Mr. SexMeUp, rather than M. Hardy, Carlito, Christian, Daivari, London, or any other g-damn wrestler. My brain continues to betray.
Chattiness: Yes, I've got a case of that.
