opera142

My rage will not be lj-cutted!

First of all, dammit, M. Hardy's diet has gone the way of the dodo. His girth, it rivals Big Show's. Conjoined triplets sharing a pelvis wear a smaller waisted pants. And so pale and awfully coifed. WHY HOW WHY.

Then. Then! THEN. THEN! He got drafted to Raw while Taker stays of SD. While Jericho and Punk and Kane go to SD, while I SEETHE.

Steph, that Prada handbag, Trips bought you for your anniverisary? It's a fake, okay. He bought it on a street corner in Cleveland. While he was buying it, he said to Batista (who was buying one for Twig) "Maybe a big purse will distract from her huuuuge feet." And Batista laughed.

Matt VS. Taker on Superstars is TOO LITTLE TOO LATE.

Why do the faces have the advantage in the handicap match? Why does Vickie get to boss around Shane and Trips? Why can't someone supervise Matt's visits to catering? Why does Trips care whether or not he wins-- home invasions and backstage ass-kickings have worked for him in the past.

What can be gained by splitting Miz and Morrison? WHAT? Seriously, what?

-Oh how the Preciouii have fallen. They walk upon barren earth and feel only bitter winds and endless thirst. Misery and defeat chafe their spirits. My adoring gaze is the kiss of death. Sorry Matt, Jerky, Eli.

-I have lost my writing self-esteem. I hate my writing so fucking much. I reread it, and all I see is UR TRYIN 2 FUKIN HARD DUMB SMELLY DOUCHEFACE GO SMELL BADD SUMWHERE ELSE. I wish I knew, if the stuff I write and they way I write it and the goals/aims I have in writing the way I do are ever going to pan out. I don't mind wrong turns and taking the long the way; it'
s dead ends I fear.

-My life is blessed, right? Because these are my problems.