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I’ve made enough calls to finance a cellular company all by my skinny self. If you see me and the phone isn’t hanging out of my ear ask what’s wrong with me; the only reason I let go of that thing nowadays’s if I’m sleeping, on screen or my battery’s dead. Time zones and make-up calls don’t help much either but John and me’re always squeezing in an extra few minutes of talk time. I never know when he’s gonna call and that’s giving me a bad case of cell phone separation anxiety. Seriously. The phone sex’s that good. ;-)
My birthday came and went. The best part had to be the second or two of time with John. Gifts’re cool, and if you didn’t send me any I’ll still graciously accept one, but being with him when I had time to get away was better. =*
I don’t feel any older but my parent’s made a big deal of reminding me that I am. They’re happy for me in my wrestling life, but they think I’m at the age where I should be settling down and registering for my wedding china. I know I’m not a disappointment to them but there’re days when I can’t help thinking they’d want a normal kid in a normal career. It’s hard to be untraditional in such a traditional family but they’ve got a print-out of the 2004 Babe Of The Year Congratulations Stacy page up on the mantel.
Maybe you’ve noticed; I’ve focused on training to be a real wrestling diva but no matter how hard I work I always feel like a clumsy fish out of water. Learning's fun and all but I've got high expectations for myself. I’m still waiting on all my dance experience to help out with getting a wrestling rhythm but it’s not clicking yet. It’s a good thing that the fans’re happy to see my butt no matter how rotten I am in the ring.
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I wanna go trick or treating this year. I’ll dress up as an ER Trauma Nurse and Randy can dress up in blood packets and carry my plastic glow in the dark pumpkin candy collector pail.
When I was visiting John I “accidentally” dropped my suitcase so I could watch him bend over to pick it up. =[
I missed my turn to my condo ‘cause I’d forgotten what my corner looked like. =\
Andrew fits in at a Sci Fi conference way too good. There’s nothing that says dork as loudly as marking out over an Ewok. I’m fake dumping him so I can start fake dating Randy so that we can do signings together ‘cause that’d be so much cooler. :-D I'm almost positive Randy doesn’t scream like a girl over a hairy munchkin.
I’d GIP a schoolgirl icon with this but I can’t get it to upload. :-(
My birthday came and went. The best part had to be the second or two of time with John. Gifts’re cool, and if you didn’t send me any I’ll still graciously accept one, but being with him when I had time to get away was better. =*
I don’t feel any older but my parent’s made a big deal of reminding me that I am. They’re happy for me in my wrestling life, but they think I’m at the age where I should be settling down and registering for my wedding china. I know I’m not a disappointment to them but there’re days when I can’t help thinking they’d want a normal kid in a normal career. It’s hard to be untraditional in such a traditional family but they’ve got a print-out of the 2004 Babe Of The Year Congratulations Stacy page up on the mantel.
Maybe you’ve noticed; I’ve focused on training to be a real wrestling diva but no matter how hard I work I always feel like a clumsy fish out of water. Learning's fun and all but I've got high expectations for myself. I’m still waiting on all my dance experience to help out with getting a wrestling rhythm but it’s not clicking yet. It’s a good thing that the fans’re happy to see my butt no matter how rotten I am in the ring.
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I wanna go trick or treating this year. I’ll dress up as an ER Trauma Nurse and Randy can dress up in blood packets and carry my plastic glow in the dark pumpkin candy collector pail.
When I was visiting John I “accidentally” dropped my suitcase so I could watch him bend over to pick it up. =[
I missed my turn to my condo ‘cause I’d forgotten what my corner looked like. =\
Andrew fits in at a Sci Fi conference way too good. There’s nothing that says dork as loudly as marking out over an Ewok. I’m fake dumping him so I can start fake dating Randy so that we can do signings together ‘cause that’d be so much cooler. :-D I'm almost positive Randy doesn’t scream like a girl over a hairy munchkin.
I’d GIP a schoolgirl icon with this but I can’t get it to upload. :-(