Heartbroken...Or Something Like It
It is with a heavy heart and serious anguish that I write this entry. I have lost someone truly dear to my heart, and I may never be the same again.
Unless you've been stuck under a rock for the past 24 hours, you've heard the unfortunate news. The one true love of my life, Anna Nicole Smith...is dead.
(I'm choking back the tears as I write this!)
I feel as though the world has been robbed, of one of the most talented, intelligent, noble people that is has ever seen. How could you not have loved that woman? Lord knows, I did.
I'm not talking about when she was a Playboy Playmate, either. I meant further into her illustrious career. C'mon, how honorable of her was it, to marry that pathetic old man? He didn't deserve her, and she loved him, just like she would have loved me. Not for money, but for who I am.
She showed how intelligent and truly strong she was, throughout the petty legal battles, that her husband's son attacked her with, and she came out glistening, like the star she really was.
It seemed, that as time went on, as she grew, literally, my feelings for her only increased. How could I not be turned on, by those hundred or so extra pounds, she so classily squeezed into those tiny dresses for the world to see? And her TV show! For one hour a week, I was truly at peace, watching Anna Nicole share her talents with the world. If it weren't for that bastard Howard K. Stern, she would've been mine!
Much to my dismay, she disappeared for a while, and re-emerged thinner, curvier, like the Anna Nicole that you shallow people loved. Luckily, she seemed to really clear her head, and appeared more intelligent than ever!
Seeing her presentation at the Music Awards, where she spoke so clearly, and intelligently, it made everyone else on the show seem useless. All of the reporters seemed to have a field day with her speech, trying to drag her reputation for the mud, but to no avail! The world started realizing what a true gem she was!
Then everyone and their mother wanted a piece of MY action. Her son offs himself, because he's jealous that he'll never live up to his mother's high standards of talent and living. Selfish boy. Howard K. comes back into the picture and trys claiming MY baby as his own. Then, this guy Larry the Photographer...Don't flatter yourself Larry, she was well above dating a lowly photographer, let alone having his child...
It was only after many weeks of consideration that realized what I had to do. I took the first flight yesterday Florida, and checked into the Hard Rock Hotel. If I couldn't have her, nobody would! Certainly not a sleazy lawyer. Or a photographer.
I killed Anna Nicole Smith.
I used to love her, but I had to kill her...Now she's buried in my back yard...
Wow...I don't know where that came from. I guess you could attribute it to extreme boredom. I almost hate myself now for wasting the last ten minutes of my life ranting about a pig as such. Oh well.
Off to Rochester tomorrow...Steve Corino and Ricky Landell vs. SJK and Sweet'n'Sour Larry Sweeney. There's a good chance that the folks of NY will witness the birth of one of the greatest, sleaziest tag teams to ever hit the wrestling scene. You'd better believe that Sweeney and I have first class tickets back to Redondo Beach for Sunday morning, preparing for a victory celebration that would make the Minnesota Vikings Boat Trip look like Sunday school!
-"It's Not Mine" SJK
Unless you've been stuck under a rock for the past 24 hours, you've heard the unfortunate news. The one true love of my life, Anna Nicole Smith...is dead.
(I'm choking back the tears as I write this!)
I feel as though the world has been robbed, of one of the most talented, intelligent, noble people that is has ever seen. How could you not have loved that woman? Lord knows, I did.
I'm not talking about when she was a Playboy Playmate, either. I meant further into her illustrious career. C'mon, how honorable of her was it, to marry that pathetic old man? He didn't deserve her, and she loved him, just like she would have loved me. Not for money, but for who I am.
She showed how intelligent and truly strong she was, throughout the petty legal battles, that her husband's son attacked her with, and she came out glistening, like the star she really was.
It seemed, that as time went on, as she grew, literally, my feelings for her only increased. How could I not be turned on, by those hundred or so extra pounds, she so classily squeezed into those tiny dresses for the world to see? And her TV show! For one hour a week, I was truly at peace, watching Anna Nicole share her talents with the world. If it weren't for that bastard Howard K. Stern, she would've been mine!
Much to my dismay, she disappeared for a while, and re-emerged thinner, curvier, like the Anna Nicole that you shallow people loved. Luckily, she seemed to really clear her head, and appeared more intelligent than ever!
Seeing her presentation at the Music Awards, where she spoke so clearly, and intelligently, it made everyone else on the show seem useless. All of the reporters seemed to have a field day with her speech, trying to drag her reputation for the mud, but to no avail! The world started realizing what a true gem she was!
Then everyone and their mother wanted a piece of MY action. Her son offs himself, because he's jealous that he'll never live up to his mother's high standards of talent and living. Selfish boy. Howard K. comes back into the picture and trys claiming MY baby as his own. Then, this guy Larry the Photographer...Don't flatter yourself Larry, she was well above dating a lowly photographer, let alone having his child...
It was only after many weeks of consideration that realized what I had to do. I took the first flight yesterday Florida, and checked into the Hard Rock Hotel. If I couldn't have her, nobody would! Certainly not a sleazy lawyer. Or a photographer.
I killed Anna Nicole Smith.
I used to love her, but I had to kill her...Now she's buried in my back yard...
Wow...I don't know where that came from. I guess you could attribute it to extreme boredom. I almost hate myself now for wasting the last ten minutes of my life ranting about a pig as such. Oh well.
Off to Rochester tomorrow...Steve Corino and Ricky Landell vs. SJK and Sweet'n'Sour Larry Sweeney. There's a good chance that the folks of NY will witness the birth of one of the greatest, sleaziest tag teams to ever hit the wrestling scene. You'd better believe that Sweeney and I have first class tickets back to Redondo Beach for Sunday morning, preparing for a victory celebration that would make the Minnesota Vikings Boat Trip look like Sunday school!
-"It's Not Mine" SJK