Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2006 2:24:57 GMT -5
June 10, 2006
1:41 AM
Entry Five
Dear Diary,
___________________
Light shines in through the dusted blinds, dust floats into the musky air. Meg turns in the cheap motel 6 sheets. The grim and old spooge rubs up against her naked body. The blanket is scratchy like carpet. The walls are cheaply plastered; it’s obvious she didn’t get much sleep. Meg looks around, she listens to all the noises and she begins to notice her shower is running. She rolls over and begins to stretch. The shower water stops and Meg steps up out of the covers, but leaving the sheets wrapped around her body. She lightly knocks on the bathroom door. A muffled voice from inside the bathroom answers, but not clearly enough for her to hear. She can’t understand a word they’re saying. The voice is deep though, and has a slight ‘thang’ to it.::.
“Hang on deeer,” Comes from behind the bathroom door. A shocked but slightly amused look grows across Megan’s face. She can’t wait to see what her mystery man looks like this time. Funny thing is she doesn’t even remember this one, not at all.
“I must have been really
ed up last night.” Meg mutters underneath her breath as the bathroom door hang jiggles open. Emerges is a tall man, with dirty blonde hair, and a five-o-clock shadow at eleven in the afternoon. He’s naked nothing but a straw cow boy hat covers his genitals. A slight giggle slips out of Meg as he removes his hat and tilts it toward her and places it on her head.
She begins to look deeper into his eyes, they’re blue like crystals.
“Looks like I’ve finally lassoed me a good one.” She mutters to herself. But he hears her.
“Looks like I have too.” He mentions as Meg begins to blush.
“No need to blush, you certainly weren’t blushin’ last night deeer.”
Meg thinks to herself, ‘I knew this was too good to be true, he’s just some stupid Alabama boy like my opponent at Scars and Stripes. I’m just hoping he didn’t shoot me with that shot gun of his; with my luck it would be fully loaded. Come to think of it, I don’t even remember going out last night, hopefully he had a gun cover on him. Oh god, what’s he smiling at, he’s even got nasty teeth. God what was I thinking, why do I always do this. I see something that looks remotely decent with beer goggles and I bang him, or should I say he banged me with that shot gun. Bang, Bang…’
“Last night was great. I was wondern’ if ya’ll like to know my name, you didn’t even ask for it last night, you just invited me back to your hotel room. I notice you’re staying at the Motel Six, good choice, defendately one of the best choices in the state. My names Johnny." He smiles showing his dirty teeth.
'Oh god, I swear is the entire population of males from Alabama sweaty nasty guys named Johnny. "Stupid hicks.'" Meg says out loud, not knowing.
"I think it's time for me to go." He says trying to keep his redneck cool in front of a lady.
"ing Redneck." Meg says as she slams the door. "I'm so sick of this rednecks, they're everywhere. I may not be an asshat like my opponent at Scars and Stripes but that guy sure was, and they seem like they'll be a lot a like. I already know I can lasso me up a good redneck, but I can't wait to beat ones ass in the ring. Just wait Johnny Malice.. I'll so the real meaning of evil."[/center][/b]
OOC: I can't honestly say i like it.. things are changing with meg obviously, I did what i could for now.. hopefully i'll get back into the swing of things...
1:41 AM
Entry Five
Dear Diary,
Many days have come and gone since my last entry. As well as several people and places I used to visit. My grandmother has been buried and so was my life style. I sold my grandmothers home, to a real estate agency for a large sum of money. Which I’ve already blown. I should feel terrible for the things I’ve done. My grandmother wouldn’t approve, but that’s never stopped me before. No one knows still, and for that I am thankful for. I just don’t know how much longer I can live with the guilt in knowing. Looking back I used to think I wasted my grandmother’s final months alive, when really she should have been happy that she didn’t die alone. I was right there next to her. I still feel lost and empty, maybe a little cold hearted but that’s nothing a shot of Jack Daniels can’t fix.
My phone hasn’t rang in ages, they finally just stopped calling after I changed my grandmothers answering machine.
I haven’t talked to Lora since a week after the funeral, after that I just couldn’t take her crap anymore. I remember back when she told me I would amount to nothing. She thought I’d get knocked up and turn into some drugged out whore.
Well, maybe I am turning into one of those things, but it’s only a part time job.
My mother was worse, she was a drugged out whore, and knocked up half the time. Who knows how many brothers and sisters I really have. But personally I don’t even give a crap. I made something of myself. I became the WFWF Women’s Champion. But here’s the kicker before I could even defend my title they vacated it.
Now I’m up for the Asshat Title. I have to admit I am a little bit excited to be in another inter-gender match, but only because I know I’ll beat his ass. I’m holding out and I’m holding on to anything and everything I can before I turn into something I hate, but something men seem to love.
When I go to hell, will you be able to tell, I wasn’t sorry? I’m not sorry I lied. I’m not sorry I hurt you. I’m not sorry I pulled that plug, I’m not sorry I ended another chapter in my life and the final chapter in yours.
I’m back wrestling again, after a few months ‘recovery’ from my grandmothers’ death. But really I’d like to call it a few months of partying. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve woke up next to someone I don’t even know in the past two months. More than I had before that’s for sure. Currently I’m stationed in a hotel room some where in Alabama. All I can hear are fiddles and babies crying. It’s not very soothing. I don’t even know what I’m doing here. I’m totally lost and out of place and the damage has been done. I'm in love with my old century fix and this needle can't be wrong, but I wonder, where do we go from here? Because I can never go back home. The sequel to this nightmare lasts forever. I'm not scared at all, so I’ll walk away. Make me now, turned into a disaster. Take me now, live after and walk away. Can you design living through hell and back again? It's the life that's killing you. Walk away.
[/i]My phone hasn’t rang in ages, they finally just stopped calling after I changed my grandmothers answering machine.
I haven’t talked to Lora since a week after the funeral, after that I just couldn’t take her crap anymore. I remember back when she told me I would amount to nothing. She thought I’d get knocked up and turn into some drugged out whore.
Well, maybe I am turning into one of those things, but it’s only a part time job.
My mother was worse, she was a drugged out whore, and knocked up half the time. Who knows how many brothers and sisters I really have. But personally I don’t even give a crap. I made something of myself. I became the WFWF Women’s Champion. But here’s the kicker before I could even defend my title they vacated it.
Now I’m up for the Asshat Title. I have to admit I am a little bit excited to be in another inter-gender match, but only because I know I’ll beat his ass. I’m holding out and I’m holding on to anything and everything I can before I turn into something I hate, but something men seem to love.
When I go to hell, will you be able to tell, I wasn’t sorry? I’m not sorry I lied. I’m not sorry I hurt you. I’m not sorry I pulled that plug, I’m not sorry I ended another chapter in my life and the final chapter in yours.
I’m back wrestling again, after a few months ‘recovery’ from my grandmothers’ death. But really I’d like to call it a few months of partying. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve woke up next to someone I don’t even know in the past two months. More than I had before that’s for sure. Currently I’m stationed in a hotel room some where in Alabama. All I can hear are fiddles and babies crying. It’s not very soothing. I don’t even know what I’m doing here. I’m totally lost and out of place and the damage has been done. I'm in love with my old century fix and this needle can't be wrong, but I wonder, where do we go from here? Because I can never go back home. The sequel to this nightmare lasts forever. I'm not scared at all, so I’ll walk away. Make me now, turned into a disaster. Take me now, live after and walk away. Can you design living through hell and back again? It's the life that's killing you. Walk away.
___________________
Light shines in through the dusted blinds, dust floats into the musky air. Meg turns in the cheap motel 6 sheets. The grim and old spooge rubs up against her naked body. The blanket is scratchy like carpet. The walls are cheaply plastered; it’s obvious she didn’t get much sleep. Meg looks around, she listens to all the noises and she begins to notice her shower is running. She rolls over and begins to stretch. The shower water stops and Meg steps up out of the covers, but leaving the sheets wrapped around her body. She lightly knocks on the bathroom door. A muffled voice from inside the bathroom answers, but not clearly enough for her to hear. She can’t understand a word they’re saying. The voice is deep though, and has a slight ‘thang’ to it.::.
“Hang on deeer,” Comes from behind the bathroom door. A shocked but slightly amused look grows across Megan’s face. She can’t wait to see what her mystery man looks like this time. Funny thing is she doesn’t even remember this one, not at all.
“I must have been really
ed up last night.” Meg mutters underneath her breath as the bathroom door hang jiggles open. Emerges is a tall man, with dirty blonde hair, and a five-o-clock shadow at eleven in the afternoon. He’s naked nothing but a straw cow boy hat covers his genitals. A slight giggle slips out of Meg as he removes his hat and tilts it toward her and places it on her head.She begins to look deeper into his eyes, they’re blue like crystals.
“Looks like I’ve finally lassoed me a good one.” She mutters to herself. But he hears her.
“Looks like I have too.” He mentions as Meg begins to blush.
“No need to blush, you certainly weren’t blushin’ last night deeer.”
Meg thinks to herself, ‘I knew this was too good to be true, he’s just some stupid Alabama boy like my opponent at Scars and Stripes. I’m just hoping he didn’t shoot me with that shot gun of his; with my luck it would be fully loaded. Come to think of it, I don’t even remember going out last night, hopefully he had a gun cover on him. Oh god, what’s he smiling at, he’s even got nasty teeth. God what was I thinking, why do I always do this. I see something that looks remotely decent with beer goggles and I bang him, or should I say he banged me with that shot gun. Bang, Bang…’
“Last night was great. I was wondern’ if ya’ll like to know my name, you didn’t even ask for it last night, you just invited me back to your hotel room. I notice you’re staying at the Motel Six, good choice, defendately one of the best choices in the state. My names Johnny." He smiles showing his dirty teeth.
'Oh god, I swear is the entire population of males from Alabama sweaty nasty guys named Johnny. "Stupid hicks.'" Meg says out loud, not knowing.
"I think it's time for me to go." He says trying to keep his redneck cool in front of a lady.
"
ing Redneck." Meg says as she slams the door. "I'm so sick of this rednecks, they're everywhere. I may not be an asshat like my opponent at Scars and Stripes but that guy sure was, and they seem like they'll be a lot a like. I already know I can lasso me up a good redneck, but I can't wait to beat ones ass in the ring. Just wait Johnny Malice.. I'll so the real meaning of evil."[/center][/b]OOC: I can't honestly say i like it.. things are changing with meg obviously, I did what i could for now.. hopefully i'll get back into the swing of things...
