Post by Tifa Heafy on Jun 9, 2013 16:38:05 GMT
June 8, 2013
Short Entry This Week
So a lot has been going on lately. I won't bore you with the details or anything but just know that life is really weird sometimes. My big sister had her man leave her and she's having problems with her pregnancy. Freya's all crazy and stuff. Though I think we all knew Freya was crazy a long time ago. Still at least she's not bomb barded with generic jokes anymore, ha. So anyways, yeah, life has been crazy for me lately.
Well my flight is about ready to leave. No Freya this weekend with me. Instead I shall be having my boyfrannn with me. We shall tear up Chicago on Saturday and Sunday-ish before going to where the show is on Monday. I got a big match. A biggggggggggggggggggggg match. I'll leave you all to this thought...
Here is a picture of me nekkid!
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Tifa: No its not a matter of knowing when you're going to hear it but a matter of why she did it.
Tifa and her boyfriend, Kevin, are sitting in a Chicago pizzeria waiting for an authentic style Chicago deep dish pizza. The couple look to be having a bit of a discussion as Tifa looks a little annoyed at Kevin who appears to be enjoying this little conversation.
Kev: Then why do you still listen to her music if you don't like how she makes it?
Tifa: Because its catchy.
Kev: You only listen to Taylor Swift because it's catchy? That seems odd, Tif...
The teenager sighs clearly becoming more frustrated with her boyfriend who doesn't grasp the concept of pop/country music. Kevin takes a sip of his water while Tifa just sighs looking around.
Tifa: You still don't understand it, do you? I just get annoyed that she dates every guy in the world and then complains about it through music. Its like oh no I'm rich but I can't find a man. Woe is meeee.
Kevin chuckles a little bit at the assessment before putting the glass of water down. He puts his hands on the table, sighing, before grabbing Tifa's.
Kev: Listen, Tif, she's a lesbian and only fronts herself as this love cross pop singer so she can sell records. Its the same reason as to why Disney markets these young women out with the the idea that they're squeaky clean when in reality they probably take more dick then a toilet seat.
That makes Tifa begin to laugh out loud. Not a small chuckle but rather a belly laugh complete with annoying pounding table action. People begin to stare at the two with Tifa clearly not caring at all about what people think. If she was drinking milk it would probably squirt out of her nose right now.
Kev: It wasn't that funny, love.
Tifa: Yes, yes it was! More dick then a toilet seat!
She exclaims that rather loudly upsetting a few of the other people eating their pizza pie. Kevin doesn't slink down in the chair but rather grabs Tifa's hands beginning to clap them to gain her attention.
Kev: Tif, if you yell that again we're going to get kicked out and getting that pizza from the place you loved as a child won't happen.
Slowly, Tifa begins to calm herself after being reminded of why they're there besides wanting a pizza. Being from Chicago having shows around the area is wonderful for her. Her old friends get comped into the shows to cheer her on.
Tifa: Yeah. I suppose you're right. I do love this place. Had my first ever date here. It was with that prick who, yeah you know already...
The joyful mood Tifa had is suddenly replaced already. Kevin, still holding her hands smiles before kissing one of them like a gentlemen.
Kev: I know its cliche and oversaid but you can't live in the past. You don't live in the future. You live in the here and now. So, get that wonderful smile back, please?
Another kiss to her hand like a sir does make her smile a little bit. Now what really makes her smile is the giant deep dish pizza that arrives at their table! A over stuffed sausage and pepperoni pizza with no mushrooms as they are vile, completely vile. Tifa looks thrilled seeing her favorite pizza from her childhood.
Tifa: Oh my gosh! This looks the same as it did when I was five years old and this pizza looked bigger than a mountain to me.
Kev: I'd like to think your face lit up like it did then too.
Tifa: I got the picture somewhere at home. I'll show it to you when we get back to Miami on Tuesday. For now, though, I'd like to enjoy this pizza.
Kevin nods his head in complete agreement knowing they'll be bringing some of it back to the hotel with them. The look of pure glee when Tifa takes that first bite lights up the entire pizzeria. Her smile widens with each bite she takes. Yep, the best thing about wrestling in the Chicago area...
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"So, uh, hi. How is everyone? I really haven't ever done one of these promos before. I usually have an easy time typing about my matches rather then talking about them. I don't know why either. Maybe its because I'm still a rookie in every single sense of the word. This is like my fifth or sixth match ever. So being in a match like this to move on in this Heiress to the Throne thingy is pretty spiffy.
Familiar face that I face. Ashley M. I say M because I'd mess up saying your last name and with how catty some women are it'd start this big fight that means nothing because hoes can't control themselves and such. Yes, I call women hoes. Why? I blame the rap music and their terrible influence of my then formative mind. Hearing Dr. Dre call me a skank ass ho really made my teenage, well early teenage years, hard.
Girls my age were dressing up like them dips from Jersey Shore. Their Snookies and stuff. Me? I never paid much attention to reality TV but this, wrestling, is like reality TV. Because of the Twitter stuff people know our lives more. Because of these promos we can real talk to everyone that's willing to watch and pay attention. Our lives play out in front of people like a reality TV show. Still its better then what I used to do.
And P.S. it wasn't going to college.
So tomorrow night I face Ashley Msomethingorother but this time in a singles contest. I know she mad about what happened on the first show during the first main event THAT I FREAKING WON and stuff but that's how wrestlin' is. I've known it for a long time and you should too. People lose, people win and some people go to a draw. Those are the possible outcomes of every match ever.
So you choose to dwell on your mistakes. Its common! I dwell on the ones I've made all the time. But still no one likes a whiny baby. Do you need your diaper changed, Ash? Does Mikey not pound that hard enough? I mean seriously you give this hero worship vibe with him where you worship him on your knees.
Get it? I implied you orally pleasure him!
But this match though. Its cool. The chance to move onto this Heiress to the Throne deal. That'd be awesome. Still, in all reality, I know the chances of me winning on Monday night and moving on to do great things are slim to none. I'm just a green kid in this business. My teacher is completely cray, both of them actually...
So yeah this is what I live around, those two cray Kane family members. I always heard Spike was the nutty one but damn, those two...
Ash, when we get into that ring on Monday night one of us will leave as a winner and the other a loser. One of us will complain if they lose and it will not be me. Rather I'll smile, wave to the crowd and know I just got more experience. A student doesn't always pass with perfection. I could cheat but I don't do that thing. I do what I can with what I have in terms of my ability. I learn every day.
And I don't hero worship my trainer. I troll mine quite often, actually...
Tomorrow night is a test. I pass or I fail. There is no in between but I've gotten my fair share of Fs in my life. Not as many Ds as you've gotten though. Have a good day."
Familiar face that I face. Ashley M. I say M because I'd mess up saying your last name and with how catty some women are it'd start this big fight that means nothing because hoes can't control themselves and such. Yes, I call women hoes. Why? I blame the rap music and their terrible influence of my then formative mind. Hearing Dr. Dre call me a skank ass ho really made my teenage, well early teenage years, hard.
Girls my age were dressing up like them dips from Jersey Shore. Their Snookies and stuff. Me? I never paid much attention to reality TV but this, wrestling, is like reality TV. Because of the Twitter stuff people know our lives more. Because of these promos we can real talk to everyone that's willing to watch and pay attention. Our lives play out in front of people like a reality TV show. Still its better then what I used to do.
And P.S. it wasn't going to college.
So tomorrow night I face Ashley Msomethingorother but this time in a singles contest. I know she mad about what happened on the first show during the first main event THAT I FREAKING WON and stuff but that's how wrestlin' is. I've known it for a long time and you should too. People lose, people win and some people go to a draw. Those are the possible outcomes of every match ever.
So you choose to dwell on your mistakes. Its common! I dwell on the ones I've made all the time. But still no one likes a whiny baby. Do you need your diaper changed, Ash? Does Mikey not pound that hard enough? I mean seriously you give this hero worship vibe with him where you worship him on your knees.
Get it? I implied you orally pleasure him!
But this match though. Its cool. The chance to move onto this Heiress to the Throne deal. That'd be awesome. Still, in all reality, I know the chances of me winning on Monday night and moving on to do great things are slim to none. I'm just a green kid in this business. My teacher is completely cray, both of them actually...
So yeah this is what I live around, those two cray Kane family members. I always heard Spike was the nutty one but damn, those two...
Ash, when we get into that ring on Monday night one of us will leave as a winner and the other a loser. One of us will complain if they lose and it will not be me. Rather I'll smile, wave to the crowd and know I just got more experience. A student doesn't always pass with perfection. I could cheat but I don't do that thing. I do what I can with what I have in terms of my ability. I learn every day.
And I don't hero worship my trainer. I troll mine quite often, actually...
Tomorrow night is a test. I pass or I fail. There is no in between but I've gotten my fair share of Fs in my life. Not as many Ds as you've gotten though. Have a good day."
Well howdy there pardner.