Post by Bedlam LadyD on Jan 11, 2007 19:48:31 GMT -5
*serious tone, takes a deep breath*
You. You're the reason I'm in this mess. You're a damn drug that I can't take my mind off of. I'm addicted. The first time I noticed you...I became entranced. You are the reason I'm mocked, the reason I lose so much money. You can't, no, simply refuse to release your hold on me. I should leave, never come back. But I can't. Every time I leave, I come back. A freaking boomerang for something that is very rarely taken seriously. You're the reason why I'm going to lose MORE money, all to sacrifice my body to fans I'll never meet, because of a woman who sacrificed hers. She was an inspiration to an entire generation, but if it weren't for you....I wouldn't have noticed her. Yet now, you refuse to gratify me, refuse salvation to even your most rabid leagues of addicts. I'm never going to give you up, even if you do continously suck up a dream of becoming an actress, bastardizing it to the point where I become a parody of myself.
WWE, you shame me, yet I'm never going to give you up. Yet, there's still hope. Some vaccine called CHIKARA whispered through an electric voice, of a craving killer called ROH. There's bound to be some hope of women who can handle themselves elegantly, strongly, unlike the majority of plastic bimbos that invade your world. A hope of men that enjoy what they do.
Anyone want to help a new girl like myself into the world of the previously mentioned promotions, as in DVDS internet goodness and the like?
You. You're the reason I'm in this mess. You're a damn drug that I can't take my mind off of. I'm addicted. The first time I noticed you...I became entranced. You are the reason I'm mocked, the reason I lose so much money. You can't, no, simply refuse to release your hold on me. I should leave, never come back. But I can't. Every time I leave, I come back. A freaking boomerang for something that is very rarely taken seriously. You're the reason why I'm going to lose MORE money, all to sacrifice my body to fans I'll never meet, because of a woman who sacrificed hers. She was an inspiration to an entire generation, but if it weren't for you....I wouldn't have noticed her. Yet now, you refuse to gratify me, refuse salvation to even your most rabid leagues of addicts. I'm never going to give you up, even if you do continously suck up a dream of becoming an actress, bastardizing it to the point where I become a parody of myself.
WWE, you shame me, yet I'm never going to give you up. Yet, there's still hope. Some vaccine called CHIKARA whispered through an electric voice, of a craving killer called ROH. There's bound to be some hope of women who can handle themselves elegantly, strongly, unlike the majority of plastic bimbos that invade your world. A hope of men that enjoy what they do.
Anyone want to help a new girl like myself into the world of the previously mentioned promotions, as in DVDS internet goodness and the like?
