Y'know, I'm quite picky about vampire stuff, but that new movie called "The Vampire's Apprentice" (or perhaps it's "assistant?" I dunno.) actually looks kind of interesting. It doesn't look remotely like "Twilight", at any rate, so I suppose that's always good.

( On the dating front... )

It may just be wishful thinking on my part, but I swear that the Undertaker's new tights have bats on the thighs. Usually the designs on them are a demon face, a rosary, or his usual symbol, but at Hell In A Cell (which my friends and I have renamed Hell In A LOL) he was sporting some rather snazzy new ring gear. I'll have to get a closer look, because I'll be absolutely heartbroken if they're flying demons or something.

Also, the bats give me a mental image of 'Taker seeing his new stuf for the first time, clapping his hands and going, "FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABULOUS!" I'm not totally ready to let that go because it makes me laugh. Holy shit, if he ever found my journal he'd pound my ass, and not in the good way.

...either that or he'd cry. It'd be worth it just to see him smudge his eye makeup.

Okay, I'm starting to freak even myself out. Time to go!

Dear World,

Affliction clothing sucks. The minute I see someone walking about in an Affliction T-shirt I automatically want to punch them in the face. That shit is ridiculously overpriced - $60 at the mall for a damn T-shirt? OH HELL NO. Also? Quit giving 'Taker free merchandise just because he's got a crush on all of those MMA fighters. You're one of the reasons why he's such a queen nowadays.

'Taker, stop wearing that trendy shit, stop carrying man-bags, gain back all of the weight you've lost and lay off the eye makeup. Go back to your leather daddy days and we'll act like this never happened, mmmkay?

On second thought, don't. Just stay the way you are, for this makes you THAT MUCH MORE FUN TO MOCK. Eeeheehee, you're awesome.

Love,
Ashley

In other news, I heard "Walking in Memphis" (yeah, the video isn't great, but the audio isn't bad, so) on the way home today and I managed to get a really awesome idea for a fic! *sparkly eyes* However, most of those fizzle out, so perhaps that's nothing to really get excited about. Ah well. I got to hear a favorite song and squee about it, at any rate. AND I DUG MARC COHN'S CD OUT OF MOM'S COLLECTION AND NOW I'M LISTENING TO EPIC MUSIC. SO THERE.

*stomps off to bed*

Item the First: There isn't a damn thing that can beat a summer car ride with the windows down and "Paradise City" blaring through your speakers at a deafening volume. Period.

Item the Second: Didn't get to see Harry Potter 6 or what-the-fuck-ever it is. I figured since I haven't finished all of the books I should probably get through the series first. At least I'll have one more chance to redeem myself.

Item the Third: The crush I have on Matt Hardy fades just a tiny bit every day. I think it's because he's one of the stupidest bastards on the face of this earth, which is actually a good thing because now my older brother will have some company. There are times when I'm mortified to be a Hardy fan, but I'm still proud of it in some way.

Item the Fourth: I'm starting to get into the Cena/Orton fandom. God help us all...

Item the Fifth: I remember the first time I saw this segment back in 1999 (Christian being whipped by 'Taker for revealing the whereabouts of Ken's sister to Ken), and all I could do was sit there like a horny twit and be just a tad embarrassed. Like, "Should I be seeing this?"

Now? I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THIS DONE TO CHRISTIAN EVERY NIGHT. While he's naked. Oh Gawd. I love the fact that Edge was one of the people holding him down. I also love all of the noises being made, and...*sigh* Excuse me. I need a moment.

The best thing Lars has ever said. Period. ^_^

If Voldemort scratches one of the recliners again I'm going to beat him with the scratching post I bought him yesterday. *shakes fist at cat* YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT, ASSHOLE. Now leave the furniture alone!

Anyway.

I was going through some old files and lo and behold, I stumbled upon a James Hetfield/Toby Keith fic that I'd started ages ago. I think it was during my junior year of high school, actually. It was during my phase where I sort of wanted to write James as more of a sub and I was bound and determined Toby was the perfect guy to top him. Come on - as far as his stage persona goes, he's sort of a buttmunch redneck. Much like James, except for the fact that Toby is a lot more belligerent and loudmouthed while James has a more "whatever" attitude. At the time I decided he was the only person outside of Metallica and/or heavy metal capable of having casual kinky sex with James. Also, let's face it - aside from James' forearms, he's not terribly good-looking. He needed a good-looking fuck buddy. Het's got a certain sex appeal, sure, but it's not in his face. At least not while he's rocking the Amish pig farmer look. Black Album James? WHY YES. I'LL TAKE A SLICE.

Undertaker: But you fell in love with my Ministry/Amish pig farmer look back in '99.
Me: Shut up bitch! Up until then you looked like a big, tall gothtard! *punch*

Anyway, yeah. More ramblings from the eternally horny one.

I'm better today than I was yesterday - not 100% better, but that's life. I do, however, feel kind of crappy physically. It's probably just stress and anxiety combined with me not taking great care of myself lately. I called in sick to work today but staying home all day would drive me crazy, so I'm on the computers at the public library.

( LOL WHAT? WRESTLING )