Yeah. I was just laying in bed for three hours, after reading for about two, and STILL CANNOT GET TO SLEEP. I would like to rant and rave about things ( Read more... )

I can't ever fucking sleep. I also can't stop eating peanut butter. Chunky is for creeps ( Read more... )

Just got home from my last FIP shows. I'm tired, and sorta wish I got to hang out with some of the boys for a bit longer, but most of them will be on the ROH shows this coming weekend. Ladies and germs, this is it. I'm trying to wrap my head around the fact that what i've been doing with ROH for three years all comes to a close in seven sort ( Read more... )

HOME SWEET HOME! WELCOME TO CHICAGO ( Read more... )

That's right, packing SUCKS. However, moving is rad. Only a couple more days here at Wrestling House PA, and I say goodbye to yet another wrestling house. My schedule this week is full on hilarity though, and so far it's preventing me from packing. I'm up at 8am, finish lifting by noon, and eat my last carb at noon on the dot. Late in the day ( Read more... )

I knew I was gone at the beggining of the year.
I just woke up one day and knew. That's the way I work a lot of the time. I think it's creepy too, but it's really helpful. I honestly knew i'd be history by June.
Come say goodbye on Saturday, I promise to go out with a bang.
Trust me.
XxX

I do NOT look like Sawyer. Nor do I resemble Orlando Bloom ( Read more... )

Lots of burnout going around these days. I'd be lying if I didn't feel so beat down from the last four months. We want it all don't we Joe? We want what's ours, don't we Dragon? We need to remember we're still young. This belongs to us. Nobody can take it away. I'm tired. I'm sore. I'm heartbroken ( Read more... )

I've never lost so much blood in my entire life. I haven't even cleaned up yet...I think blood is romantic. I made my goal of being home and in bed by three AM, but for some reason, I woke up at five. So i've been sitting here ever since with blood caked all over me, wondering exactly why it is I'm awake ( Read more... )

Nothing fucking matters. Not all the hard work, not all the miles and sleepless nights.
Nothing. God fucking damnit. It's not right. fuck. It's so not fucking right.
I miss you Chris.
I really fucking miss you.
FUCK.
XpunkX