CM Punk

Kids and Heros

2005-11-13T18:40:11Z

I ain't nobody. I'm just some Punk rock kid with a big mouth and an opinion. I'm just some kid...

Eddie Guerrero was a hero of mine. I was fortunate enough to work with him many times, and he helped me more then I could ever put into words.
Eddie was my friend. He still is. Maybe i'll be back on here to tell some stories when I clear my head, right now is just too hard.

I remember Eddie Guerrero.

Cheat to win.
XpunkX

None listed, fuckstick!

2005-11-03T19:45:49Z

I find it so hilarious that people not only read what I write here, but openly debate what "cryptic" things I write and the "meaning" behind them. There's a lot of over active imaginations out there, and they usually come in the form of somebody that thinks they know the business because they bought a few wrestling dvds. If you don't like what I write here, don't read it. Chances are if it's "cryptic", and i'm tired because i've been up for over 24hrs, it's just mindless drivel. Trust me, that last entry wasn't written for anybody to understand, it was just in my head and I posted it. I don't even understand it. It's not a coded message for "help, i'm unhappy!", because honestly i'm the happiest kid on the planet right now.

If you don't like it, don't read it.

Sometimes i'm angry at the world, sometimes i'd like to punch a lot of people, but i'm LEARNING! (ho ho! the punker must not be happy!)

Haters beware, i've never been more happy.

Let the internet bravery begin...
XxX

Not tired, not alone, not dead, not anymore...

2005-11-03T10:15:22Z

Mysterys of life. Why you meet people when you do. Why certain ones get there, call you on your bullshit.
Always when you least expect it and trying your damndest to keep everybody the fuck away. The way my perspective of things has changed one hundred percent. To view things in way you never ever thought you would understand. GFY ya ham sammich. I'm trying my best to unlearn. GFY.
XxX

"everyday above ground is a good day..."

...and you're so convinced that inch by inch they've turned to strangers.

2005-10-26T05:32:06Z

Sing it.

Not for me, but for where I was a year ago.
Sing for where i'll be a year from now. Sing for all the people that wish they didn't have it coming.
You know you're in trouble, and I know i'll be singing.
Top of my lungs...."This ones twenty eyes!!!!!!!"

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!

"Refuse to be denied. Refuse to compromise...I raise my fist"

Say goodbye to your teeth.

Thank you Cabana, Chez, Joe, Jess, Lee, Cass, Ace, the Barbiehead, Jen, Jummy, Roddy, Gabe, Cary, the one that calls me 'roo roo', Stevie, Capri, Gibson, Dee, Brandor, CC(miss you), Prazak, Corino no matter how much he weighs, Gil "female me" Parker, Lars, Marky, Hagadorn and Davey, Sterling, Spank, Dragon, the cactus, Bev for so much shit-putting-up-with, Rocky, Reyes, Petey, Rowdy, Stitches and last but never least, Callee.

Honorable mention to Harley for the super rad early birthday present:

Harley Race, eight time NWA World Heavyweight Champion and Hall of Famer, was the guest on In Your Head Wrestling Radio this past Wednesday. When ask which young wrestler today he would like to wrestle, Race said either CM Punk or Trevor Murdoch. Calling Punk and Murdoch "fantastic young guys," Race went on to compare Punk to Shawn Michaels, saying Punk's "as gifted as Shawn Michaels was in his time." When ask if he thought Punk would succeed in WWE, Race said yes, if WWE doesn't throw any roadblocks in his way. He conceded that Punk's size will work against him in WWE, but pointed out that Michaels had the same problem and overcame it. If Punk's given an opportunity, Race said, "they'll see his work is so good and they'll forget the size thing."

How red is it? and Cobras, Vampires, and a whole lot of movin' your feet

2005-10-22T19:52:40Z

09.02.2005 - FAREWELL SHOW - Halloween 2005
On Halloween night in San Diego, Rocket from the Crypt will be playing our farewell show. After 16 years of scars and ear damage all in the name of spreading goodwill and the Rock N Roll doctrine, we will take the stage for the last time on our favorite day of the year. We know that it is very difficult for those around the world to be with us for this celebration, but we invite all that have been a part of this awesome ride to come out one more time and give it up for the band. We will offer those that have supported and fueled us the first opportunity to purchase tickets. The show is taking place in a hotel ballroom and room packages will be offered with the tickets if you desire. There is a limited number of these discounted room/ticket packages available. There will be five ticket options. 1. Ticket only, 2. Room with 1 ticket, 3. Room with 2 tickets, 4. Room with 3 tickets, 5. Room with 4 tickets. The show is unfortunately 21 and up only as there will be rampant live!r-defying consumption. The rest of the info is below.

Rocket From The Crypt’s last show
Monday, October 31 2005
Westin Horton Plaza Grand Ballroom (910 Broadway Circle – San Diego, CA)
21 and up
Other bands TBA

It's been a rough year. I just got floored with this announcement. It's already sold out. Fuck.
My dancing shoes will be set on fire, and I will dance no more. Fuck. Here's to the greatest straight up rock 'n roll band of my generation that nobody knows about. I'm trying to find a way to get to San Diego, chances are slim and hearts are heavy. There's a hole where my heart used to be, it's been a rough year.

"If hell is to roam, then i've got hell to pave..."

Scream Dracula, Scream.
XxX

Random acts of senseless...

2005-10-22T07:17:34Z

Elijah Burke says I say "fuck" a lot. I do. I really really do. I don't think it's a bad thing at all.
I want a shirt that just says "fuck you" on it, and I want to wear it while walking through airports all day. There's no such thing as a bad word, just bad intentions.

I'm going to the zoo tomorrow. Or later today due to what time it is. I should really be asleep. Chances are I don't set my alarm, wake up way late, throw things due to waking up way late, skip doing legs and just do an hour of cardio, then either A. go to the zoo for maybe two hours, or B. hang out at the sushi bar all day and drown my sorrow in rice and edemame.

I can't seem to go to the movies without getting popcorn. And it never fails when I ask for a medium, then tell me how much money i'll save, or what the small amount is to upgrade to a large, and then look at me like i'm crazy when I tell them if I wanted a FUCKING (there it is again!) large I would've asked for one. Run on sentences rule. AND so does starting sentences with and. I recently saw Domino and Corpse Bride. I liked both, but maybe they're renters. Maybe.

There's a very large cemetary near by that I think i'm going to spend some time in soon. Cardio in the cemetary! Nothin' can beat it.

Go check out my "ask Punker" stuff on my website (cmpunk.com) for answers to questions I get asked all too often. There's maybe....two interesting questions asked out of fifty so far. Nobody is challenging anymore, and everybody thinks they're as funny as me. That's right, i said it. You should see some of the questions I don't bother answering....

It's hilarious to me how I work out like crazy, super hard everyday, STILL think i'm fat, and yet am too lazy to spell check this. It's also ironic when you consider one of my pet peeves is the fact that nobody knows how to spell anymore, OR use proper punctuation. Don't even get me started on the people that use number for letters....fuckin' hell ya'll, i'm going to snap very shortly.

Pygmy hippos and a 12 foot albino alligator here I come!

Tenderly I remain your antisocial king....
XxX

ARM-A-DILLA and The 'cm' stands for country music..

2005-10-02T06:56:29Z

So James Gibson walks into the FIP locker room and he's all geared up to tear the house down. Only one problem: There's only about 12 people in attendance. On top of that, i'm the "memphis" in the "memphis-strongstyle" world of the FIP. Gibson apologizes to me for not being familiar with everything I do, but knows I throw a shinning wizard, and keeps trying to put that in the match. I'm not one to take the night off, so i'm trying to assure him that's not what i'm trying to do. I tell him no wizards tonight. No trolls, no spooky witches, and no huge moves. I'm MEMPHIS tonight. He thinks i'm crazy, afterall, this is the indies right? We're supposed to dump each other on our heads a whole lot, then maybe punch eachother in the face a couple dozen times. James Gibson is kind enough to let me call the match in the ring, like the heels always used to, and something great happens after. James Gibson walks in the back and tells ME, CM Punk, that i'm a hell of a worker.

I think back on that story a lot and smile. To me, I ain't nobody. He was Jamie Noble. I'm just some punk rock kid trying to tell stories. Instead of talking spots for two hours before our match, he talked about his kid, and I started to get to know the guy. I think he really loved that. Man he really loves that kid too. I thought it was the most bad ass thing in the world. He was really amped to work with me, and I like to think afterwards he had a totally different apreciation of who I was, and what I was capable of. In between asking me if I offend him because he likes drinking beer and telling stories about his kid, he thanks ME for taking care of him and making it fun again for him. Jamie Noble. James Gibson. Thanking ME.

James Gibson leaves ROH tonight, just like I did almost two months ago. I wish I could say I was going to be there, but i'll be wrestling a house show in Indianapolis. He deserves one hell of a send off. He helped ROH out more than I think he knows. In the grand scheme of things, he's been there for me in the short while i've known him, but I think back to that first day we met, and worked, and hung out...and i'm greatful that I can call James "by god" Gibson my friend. He's my little buddy, don't ya know!

Somebody better throw some streamers for that hillbilly. Throw a couple for me too, and yell "armadilla!" at him a few times, just so he thinks of a certain punk rock kid...

Can you feel the pulse?

2005-09-25T07:34:04Z

It's officially fall. It's almost October.
You may recall October is my month. That's right, i'm Mr. October. I see no reason for this year to be different.
I'm medically cleared as of Wednesday to get back in the ring, after everybody made a pretty big deal out of what in my opinion was nothing. simply another broken nose, first time bone has actually stuck out though, that was interesting. The ear thing is worse, but if Corino can survive, it's a cake walk! Plus, it's sorta fun really not having to listen to everybody most of the time and having a legit excuse. I'm sure the novely of being half deaf will wear off eventually, but let's face it folks, when it comes to injuries, i've had worse...

"If it doesn't kill you, use it and kill somebody else..."

More to come tomorrow...MAYBE.

http://cmpunk.com/images/bustednose.jpg

It hit me...

2005-08-19T06:30:51Z

Rohs three kings. And don't you fucking forget it. Ever.

...i've got everyone I need.

Future ROH kings

Chicago Represent!

the last roadtrip begins...

Streets of New York and This man is wanted by the FBI

2005-08-11T07:02:00Z

Insomnia rages. No time for words, this is all you get:

XxX

"Fuck you Joboo, you mean to tell me Jesus Chirst can't hit a curve ball?"

2005-08-10T09:27:31Z

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.

First off...oh shit, now I rememeber what I wanted to write about. Steroids. Somebody brought to my attention a commentary written by Lance Storm and it was a great read. Of course, i'm a douche bag and don't know the addy of it, and even if I did, due to my 'puter illiteracy wouldn't be able to link ya'll to it anyway. Regardless, i'm sure it's a widely known fact that Lacnce Storm says he's never touched a steroid in his life.

Now, i've never met Lance Storm, but I will admit to thinking that was bullshit for some time. Now i'm not too sure though. I mean, I pretty much have drawn a target on myself being straight edge and in the wrestling business, and i've heard people tell other people that i'm on all sorts of shit. So I thought about it, and it just never occured to me that Lance is probably telling the truth. I never put that much thought into it. I feel pretty silly about it honestly. I basically had the same thought process in regards to Lance, that the haters have towards me. I'm 26 years old. I didn't start working out until I was 17 or 18 and I only started working out because I was getting into the wrestling business. It's taken TONS of hard work to get where I am today, and i'm lieterally still learning and maturning in the gym. I weigh a whopping 212 pounds, and can be freaquently heard mumbling, "i'm fat" while doing at least an hour of cardio a day. I think I look like shit. I think I certainly don't look like somebody who is all gassed up. Sweet jeebus could you imagine if I *was* on the gas? I'd be a monster! Or maybe not, because i'm not too sure how steriods really work. I know people who said they were on and it didn't even look like they went to a gym. Would I have to eat more to maintain my weight? Would I be even MORE angry (think about how scary that would be)? Everybody is different, and my body respods horribly to carbs, so I try to keep 'em low...and holy shit am I rambling. I'll try to focus.....

Lance looks great, always has, and it's gotta be hell keeping that up with a full time wrestling schedule, but after thinking about it, it can be done. I'm not so lucky in the genetics department, so I feel i've gotta work extra hard, or at least a lot harder than most. I love hearing, or reading about silly fans that SWEAR i'm on this, or i'm taking that. Really, I do. It's almost inspiring in a way. I must look good, 'cause the kid with the screen name that ends in 316 says i'm on steroids!!!!

Fuck, I totally have no idea what my point is. Lance wrote a great commentary on it all, go find it.
Lance Storm is not on Steroids. Neither am I. I cannot however, vouch for Daizee Haze at all.

Maybe after I actually do sleep, i'll try to formulate a better written commentary on whatever the hell it was I was trying to say. Or maybe i'll just go to the gym...
drug. fucking. free.
XxX

can of worms

2005-08-09T08:29:04Z

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

I watched Kobashi/sasaki tonight, and i'm really getting a chip on my shoulder in regards to fans that try to dictate what's a good match based on selling or no selling. Christ, I hate even typing those words, since liking or disliking a match is so subjective. However, the chop battle between the two in my mind was nothing short of awesome. Do I really have to explain two of Japanese biggest stars, one on his home turf, and one still in the midst of an amazing comeback year not wanting to back down? It's hard for me to sit here and not totally freak out and say outlandish things like, "if you've never been in a ring, you have no right to critique", but once again, as fans, most have the right to speak their minds. It is america afterall, eh?
Chops are chops. Wrestling to me is about drama and story telling. Truthfully, what I didn't like about the match was the half-nelson suplexes. I can see an arguement for that, but chops? Holy hell, listen to me. I'm in need of sleep, and can't sleep, so i'm babbling about a match that took place on forgien soil.

Fuck it, I hate everybody that hated that match. I'm going to no sell your mother giving birth to you.
Minoru Suzuki is my hero, i'm going to steal his hair.
Up yours for being able to sleep.
hate hate hate
XxX

Somewhere in Chicago...

2005-08-07T20:17:08Z

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 days. Time flies they say, and before I know it, it'll be next sunday, and i'll be dropping off a very drunk Samoa Joe at the airport, saying goodbye to Homicide, and just trying to enjoy ever second I have left with my friends...my family. My support system.
It hasn't been the easiest year for me thus far. Sure, some great stuff has happened to me, and my hard work has started to show signs of paying off, but not a day goes by when I think of certain people and want to ask them "why?", right before I twist their neck. Living well is the best revenge, and i'm hell bent on giving the Chicago ROH fans one hell of an ending to my story this Saturday.
Wrestling is emotion. Come watch me do what I do best. Then party all night long with the Embassy like it's 1979, EH?!!!??
XxX

Four state drive OR You can't fuck with destiny

2005-07-24T17:23:54Z

HOME SWEET HOME! WELCOME TO CHICAGO......
I just rolled into Chicago. That's right. 800 miles, 12 hours, four states, only four stops, immeadiately after doing a sixty minute broadway.
I'm about to head to the gym for some Sunday afternoon cardio and abs. No really, I am, simply because nobody else would. How disgusting is that? I've got work to do. World domination begins tomorrow.

Before I go, i'd like to thank my ipod, Devestaor, to whom which my trip would have not been made possible. Also, big ups to the ohio turnpike starbucks and the very rad 24hr Starbucks that I hit up in PA, your contributions were greatly apprieciated. The redbull company would now actually like to thanks ME for helping to pay for some CEOs childs college education due to all my purchases.

I think it's hilarious that there's a lot of idiots out there that think pulling the tights is "sports entertainment". Go watch baseball, trolls....

Tenderly, I remain:
XpunkX

Packing sucks.

2005-07-20T01:35:02Z

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 I do an hour of cardio...trying to get back to how lean I was a few months ago.
To help stick to my silly diet of only 80 carbs a day, today and yesterday I went straight to the movie theatre that's next to my gym following my workout. It's too hot for anything else really, so sitting at the movies is great. I may or many not have fallen asleep. I saw fantastic four, which I liked, and today was wedding crashers, which I recommend. Tomorrow, it's either War of the Worlds, or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Friday is the Devils Rejects, and i'm damn excited. It'll help put off throwing my ridiculous amount of shirts into garbage bags, and trying to stuff all my dvds in my car for my trip on Sunday.
The Barbiehead suggests maybe putting shirts I don't wear on Ebay, in hopes that scary goth girls will buy them. I don't think that would would. But if you're a scary goth girl, and you're interested in maybe purchasing a Supreme Lee Great shirt i've never worn, let me know...

P.S...Rodderick Strong wears pink socks when he wrestles.

"Heart of the Devil" or "Goodbye Blue and White"

2005-06-16T02:13:18Z

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

Unless you're giving us forty five, you're wasting my time...

2005-06-09T01:42:08Z

I do NOT look like Sawyer. Nor do I resemble Orlando Bloom.
My friends call me Punker, and I yell at people who drive while on their cell phones. Yet I type while I drive...i'm simply a better driver.
I cannot stand people who order a low fat/non fat anything from Starbucks then request whipped cream on top. (my little sister does this, drives me NUTS).
I hate children.
noplacelikehome.
XxX

"The brightest bulb has burned out"

2005-05-20T00:14:02Z

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.
Yet i'm still fixin' to take over the world. Because it's mine god damnit.
Remember kids, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I'm the strongest mother fucker on the planet.
Keep marching...

--just some punk rock kid--
XpunkX

Bloody Hell

2005-05-08T11:18:17Z

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.
I got some place to be in three hours, then I've gotta be at my dojo for tryouts. I'm a zombie...just wish I was the flesh eating kind.

Below is romance:

http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/mrdinger/ahh.jpg

bloodied and heartbroken I remain,
XpunkX

I fucking quit.

2005-04-29T04:04:08Z

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

"War of words"

2005-01-12T15:11:59Z

I've gotten around to reading some of the other wrestling personalies livejournals the last few nights, and with me being the O.G of the livejournal story telling, I found myself enamored with two people in particular: Jimmy Jacobs, and Alex Shelley.

They apparently are having some sort of a contest to see who can post the best/weirdest/funniest entry. I found Jimmys entry about freaking out and trying to stab people with scissors extremely rad, and am only disappointed that he actually didn't go through with it. Given the situation he was presented with, it's a shame those who were on his side of that tag match didn't have enough balls to actually defend themselves. Alex Shelley just posts some boobies. I say big deal! They're good kids. They mean well. They really do.
The following story is in no way any type of challenge by any means. I simply just dust off my crown.....(god i'm an asshole).

This past 4th of July was spent at Lake of the Ozarks with myself, Ace Steel, and of course the legendary Harley Race. We spent all day on the Lake in his boat and a lot of the day was like that commercial for 'Girls Gone Wild'. Random strangers showing me their boobies (there ya go shelley!), and me just throwing water ballons at them. Late that night, back at Harleys house, we all ate some great BBQ and Harley had about a million billion martinis I think it was. He had these little pickled green beans he'd put in them....anyway....he drank a LOT. Which is no surprise, he's Harley Fucking Race. And yes, I just capitilized the 'F' in fucking. Ace is pretty tanked too, to set the scene...i'm just stuffed with BBQ, when this hilarious conversation ensues. Harley gets to telling stories, which on another side note is some of the best times i've ever had in my life. Just having the privilege to sit and listen to Harely talk about his career on numerous occasions has been really rewarding. He was talking about his run in the WWF, the reason he was brought in, and more importantly who he was working at the time. The conversation went exactly like this:

Harley: "...and he had me working Hogan, JYD, and one of my last programs was with....shit. What's his name? The guy. You know. Big guy....c'mon, you know!
That faggot Indian."

Now...I bust out laughing and Ace and I just look at each other while Harely is scrunching up his face trying to remember who he is talking about. I start throwing out names, but none of them really make any sense. I mean....Wahoo never worked in the WWF, and certainly if he did, Harely wouldn't call him "that faggot Indian". Tatanka, who Ace proudly proclaimed was who Harely must've been talking about. Certainly you all know Tatanka, while having wrestled in the WWF, it was years after Harely had already retired. So i'm sitting there, and Harely is literally scratching his head and Ace is clueless...and I really don't have any clue either. So I think..."faggot indian"...and I blurt out:

Punk: "The Ultimate Warrior?"

Harley: "YES! That fucking GOOF!"

I laughed for a week.
XxX

"My life is just like a car crash" OR "boring rant that will somehow get tons of replies..."

2004-11-27T08:59:58Z

Sometimes my sleep schedule is so fucked up. I always figure why bother sleeping when I gotta leave at four AM to get to the airport on time. Of course, it doesn't help that I slept in on Thursday, so even if I wanted to try and sleep it'd be useless. So here I am, in chicago for a fleeting twenty-four hours. I'll sleep on the plane, hit the gym, go home, nap, eat, then go back to the gym. Gotta love this warped cycle of life. I was supposed to spend thanksgiving on the road like the last four or five years, but the IWA shows got canceled, so I had my first turkey day in Philly. I was also supposed to stay in Chi town until Sunday mourning, and tomorrow night I was going to hit up my old stomping ground the Metro to see Lars and the Bastards. Maybe sing a little duet, who knows. So now I fly back in about four hours, and i'm pretty much just killing time right now. I'm a domestic Punker, doing my laundry and all so I don't have to bother with it durning the week. I think i'm starting to get sick of all the travel, which is something I never thought i'd say. I'm at the point where each day I sleep at a different time, for different intervals and I have to try to fit in going to the gym, and teaching and everything else. Nothing is a total loss this weekend however, and i'm almost certain I'll get to cross paths with Lars when hes in Philly.

The big rad news I got is that on Sunday, my best friend Chez comes to Philly to visit. She'll get to see how utterly crazy my life is, with the going to the gym twice and day and training the kids, but it should be fun. I moved away over a year ago, and not a day goes by where I don't miss living 6 blocks down the street from her, and being able to go see her whenever. I need to move again though. I hate paying tolls on the turnpike everyday. I also want to get a dog. Oh, and the high speed internet so I can beat everybodies ass at Halo. Yes, I will look for a new place, and I will crush Stevie Richards at online gaming. If somebody wants to give me free living quarters near or in the city of philly, Steviecorps will buy you lunch everyday for a year.

Real quick, thanks to everybody that keeps praising my match with Samoa Joe on 10/16. We're both real proud of it. It was one of the most relaxed matches i've ever had. Sometimes you just have chemistry with somebody, and trust them enough to just go to the ring, and go wherever the crowds emotions take you. That night was very much all called on how the crowd was reacting, so thanks to everybody that was there live, thanks to the people who have watched the tape, enjoyed it, reviewed it, whatever. I'm going to try my best to keep delivering.....
And now i'm going to try my best to kill another hour or two. If anybody is going to the Bastards show in Philly on December 12th, drop me a line and let me know. I'll jump on you....

XpunkX...trying to remember when...

I was raped by a bulimic werewolf.

2004-10-27T02:33:47Z

...and now, every time there's a full moon, I throw up.
thankyouverymuch.

All the people on the real world are soooo worthy of 1000 punches to the face, it's not even funny.

I hope Christian from Nip/tuck isn't dead.

Fuck you, it's my birthday.
XxX

cmpunk @ 2004-09-02T13:23:00

2004-09-02T18:27:07Z

April Hunter, of big boobed, bigger mouthed fame says:

"When I get that CM Punk pay check I'll shut the hell up. Comparison wise, I've (and some other ladies here too) traveled to more int'l countries, worked more federations than he, been trained by a legend who's name and work everyone knows, been in regular newstand mags like playboy and musclemag, on TV shows like MSNBC, Stern and others but probably make 2/3 of his average pay. And I work twice a show (wrestling and managing) for it.
Ah, I know it won't happen, but a girl can dream, can't she?"

CM Punk, of never having had to buy his own plane ticket to England fame says:

"Don't hate, appreciate"

XxX

Dead. In your tracks.

2004-08-15T10:07:08Z

So i'm at the dojo. No sense in sleeping (which is a very underrated line...might have to use that for a t-shirt). I've gotta head out to the airport in a little over an hour. I'm going to kill some time by updating this, of course, with non-sensical gibber jabber that nobody gets but me....
yeeeeeeeah...remember that bad weekend I had? Well, i don't feel like reliving it. In a nutshell, I had a run of five weekends in a row where my travel was just horrible. That pariticular weekend saw me get screwed out of my early flight, bags lost for over five days with my car keys in them, and I missed a booking for JCW. Losing money sucks. Not having a car because it's parked at the airport because you're an idiot and checked a bag with your car keys in it sucks MORE. I belive the weekend after that, I was flying to Missouri to work for Harley Race, when, while already seated, a represenative of US Air boarded and told me that i'd have to get off the plane due to weight restrictions. That'll make a lesser man bulimic. Apparently, I was one of the last to book my ticket. So I missed that show too.

If I haven't in the past, I would now like to proclaim myself the O.G. of the livejournal. I find it hilarious that people even rip off the writing style of Samoa Joe and myself. Eh, the stories are mad boring, but they try. It's cute!

Go read Mark Wolfs journal. Good stuff there.

People changing: sure does suck. There's a lot of things I gotta get over, this is just one of them. Ya think i'd be used to it by now, but basically people are selfish cunts.

I worked Donovan Morgan tonight. I was supposed to work him about two years ago, but the week before I fractured my skull. I actually still tried to make the booking, but my little sisters found me passed out in the hallway of their house with one shoe on. I wrestled with Stevie Richards tights on. Why? Because my ass looked dynamite, that's why.

I'm still debating if I should do the TPI this year. This is one of the things I gotta get over. This tourney used to be special to me. Good memories, but shit just ain't the same anymore.

Go buy Lars and the Bastards new CD, because it's the best thing to come out all year so far.

I need some new tattoos. It's not the money that's the problem, it's the wrestling. I do a lot of that. That's bad for tattoos ya know. My birthday is also coming up, so please send many gifts. No flowers, and if you're an exgirlfriend, I won't except baked goods.

I think that's it kids. I'm debating if I should spell check all this...
See ya in 6 months!!!
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