And I'm packing...
I never do shit like this so far in advance. I usually pack for longer trips than this the night before I leave but noooo. I'm actually sitting here, staring at the open closet and drawers with one foot bouncing in the suitcase. So yeah, throwing in all my Jeff and Hardy shirts in general. That is a given. The garment bag is hanging there waiting for me to pick some nice outfits for The Hall of Fame show and dinners. Shoes...check! Got one thing done to completion. Yeah me!
Texas in general is a bitch to pack for in case any of my out of town flisters are coming to WM but Houston and Austin are my 2 most hated Texas cities ever! I hate Houston cuz it rains every damn time I go there. And fuck all if I don't hate Austin even more! That fucking city is irritating as hell - traffic jams out the ass, dumbass drivers and a ton of fucked up one-way streets! And they're both hotter than the sun! Why the fuck WrestleMania can't be in Dallas or even better, San Antonio some year is beyond me! This will be my 2nd one in that hellhole of a city. What the hell is wrong with SA? Why not here? Why that shithole? I'd prefer Dallas over Houston any fucking day. And there is my rant about Houston and Austin...
But I'm still excited as hell! I'm going with 2 soon-to-be Hall of Famers!
My friend...
My adopted brother...
And I've got a buttload of photos safely tucked away for my beloved God of Wrestling to sign...
Damn, I love that light dusting of chest hair! Just want to run my cheek over it for a day!
Anyways, back to the irritation...packing! Make-up, shampoo and conditioner - all the bathroom and primping shit - check! Photos for autographs - check! A shitload of batteries for the digitals - check! The digitals - check! Jewelry - check! Drugs (prescription - get your minds off the felony) - check! All I can say is I'm grateful I don't wear underwear. Less shit to stuff into this bag. And I'm still looking for a few dresses and daytime clothes...shit...
And this is me putting it off while I sit here and stare while I think of what I'm gonna be doing. So, since I promised sadness1986 that I'd pick up the drawing pad and pencil again, I'm gonna keep sketching while I stare at the closet. These are the 2 pics that have inspired me to draw again:
The one I'm currently working on:
And the next one:
But I might swap out that 2nd one for this one: (I'm a picky bitch)
So...still staring at the closet but drawing in that hot tattoo across that gorgeous shoulder...
Can you tell I hate packing? I never go anywhere so I hardly wear anything other than tshirts and shorts. Now I've got to pick clothes for 7 days of random events. The easiest thing I can pick clothes for are the 3 shows (WM, Raw and Smackdown). The Hall of Fame - that'll take me at least the rest of the day and of course I'll change my mind a few dozen times. Axxess - might be easy - might not. Day time shit - eh! Night time while not at a show - pain! Hall of Fame - kill me now!
Enough whining, I'm gonna keep staring and draw. This is my time online today or I won't get this done. Peace!
Texas in general is a bitch to pack for in case any of my out of town flisters are coming to WM but Houston and Austin are my 2 most hated Texas cities ever! I hate Houston cuz it rains every damn time I go there. And fuck all if I don't hate Austin even more! That fucking city is irritating as hell - traffic jams out the ass, dumbass drivers and a ton of fucked up one-way streets! And they're both hotter than the sun! Why the fuck WrestleMania can't be in Dallas or even better, San Antonio some year is beyond me! This will be my 2nd one in that hellhole of a city. What the hell is wrong with SA? Why not here? Why that shithole? I'd prefer Dallas over Houston any fucking day. And there is my rant about Houston and Austin...
But I'm still excited as hell! I'm going with 2 soon-to-be Hall of Famers!
My friend...
My adopted brother...
And I've got a buttload of photos safely tucked away for my beloved God of Wrestling to sign...
Damn, I love that light dusting of chest hair! Just want to run my cheek over it for a day!
Anyways, back to the irritation...packing! Make-up, shampoo and conditioner - all the bathroom and primping shit - check! Photos for autographs - check! A shitload of batteries for the digitals - check! The digitals - check! Jewelry - check! Drugs (prescription - get your minds off the felony) - check! All I can say is I'm grateful I don't wear underwear. Less shit to stuff into this bag. And I'm still looking for a few dresses and daytime clothes...shit...
And this is me putting it off while I sit here and stare while I think of what I'm gonna be doing. So, since I promised sadness1986 that I'd pick up the drawing pad and pencil again, I'm gonna keep sketching while I stare at the closet. These are the 2 pics that have inspired me to draw again:
The one I'm currently working on:
And the next one:
But I might swap out that 2nd one for this one: (I'm a picky bitch)
So...still staring at the closet but drawing in that hot tattoo across that gorgeous shoulder...
Can you tell I hate packing? I never go anywhere so I hardly wear anything other than tshirts and shorts. Now I've got to pick clothes for 7 days of random events. The easiest thing I can pick clothes for are the 3 shows (WM, Raw and Smackdown). The Hall of Fame - that'll take me at least the rest of the day and of course I'll change my mind a few dozen times. Axxess - might be easy - might not. Day time shit - eh! Night time while not at a show - pain! Hall of Fame - kill me now!
Enough whining, I'm gonna keep staring and draw. This is my time online today or I won't get this done. Peace!