Freedomtown IC

Fuck my life.

So, I'm at seven months pregnant now, and while some people talk about "glowing" or "loving being pregnant", I'm here to tell you it fucking sucks.

I'm so horny that Neely and Morgan are actually having trouble keeping up with me. I'm burping and farting like someone who just went on a four-day Taco Bell bender. My hormones are so out of whack I'd probably startle Charlie Sheen at this point. Just yesterday, I watched one of my employees get flowers brought to them at work, and broke down sobbing for 45 minutes.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Yep. It's official. Pregnancy hormones have made me even crazier than usual.

I angrily swore at the Keurig machine this morning because I felt like it was taking too long to make my coffee.

And a few hours ago, I broke down sobbing when Morgan told me I couldn't name Sir Porgy McPorgington III as the baby's godfather.

Wow. Everything always kinda happens at once, doesn't it?

I have a lot of changes in my life coming up extremely soon, but most of them I can't quite talk about just yet.

But one big one? Once Rachelle has her baby, she said that she wants to focus more on being a mom and getting back into acting. Meaning A Woman Scorned is going to be more of a part-time project. I'll always be there for Chelle when she wants to do an album, but with her blessing, I've agreed to become the new drummer for Eternal Embrace, effective immediately.

I've always been extremely fond of Kaitlyn Crowe, and I've wanted to work with her for a while now. This is going to be an exciting and fun new time for me, and I can't wait to get started.

Thanks again to Rachelle for supporting me, for saving me, and for always being there for me, and to Kaitlyn for giving me this new opportunity.

I guess I wasn't ready...

So, this podcast I was listening to said it can stimulate a baby's intelligence in the womb if you play them music once a day.

So, today I put my headphones on my tummy and played the baby some Body Count. Pretty sure playing "Talk Shit, Get Shot" to my unborn child automatically puts me in the running for mother of the year.

When you're at The End Zone but can't drink...

Since I'd pretty much do anything that would make my Katiebear happy, here's me trying to post more on here.

So, today's a fairly melancholy day for me. This would've been my parents' 22nd wedding anniversary if Daddy was still alive. In our world, my dad was a superstar. A legend in pro wrestling. So I know there's still a lot of fans who miss him... but none of them will ever miss him like I do. I was Daddy's Little Girl and I idolized his goofy ass.

He never existed in this reality, so... I don't even have a photo of him. Luckily I still have the necklace he got for my sixteenth birthday. It's something I can cling to when I think of him. I just wish he could've met Katie. I've dated some people that I know he didn't approve of... and Katie's basically the exact kind of person he always wanted for me. He'd had adored her.

So on less depressing topics, I'll give another short intro for myself, since I think I've posted on here all of once.

I'm Jenny Prescott. My parents are pro wrestlers Vlad Blackheart and Lara Chastain. I began training to enter the sport when I was 12 years old, and turned pro at 17. When Daddy passed away shortly after my 18th birthday, I paid tribute to both of my parents by taking the ring name of Lara Blackheart.

About a year before arriving here, I suffered a severe mental breakdown due to losing my dad. A big part of my recovery can be chalked up to meeting and falling in love with Katie. Her devotion and unconditional love helped heal my heart, and give me something to smile about.

Quite a few of my pals ended up here as well, including my best friends Mia Hayashi and Shelley Silver, and also my godfather, Judas Lasher.

Since coming here, I can honestly say I'm very at peace with not being a wrestler anymore. I work as an administrative assistant at Stark Industries (Daddy would FLIP HIS SHIT if he were here to see me working for Iron Man) and I'm thriving at the position. I love having a more 'normal' life, being able to go out with Katie, have friends over, not waking up in pain every morning.

So c'mon. Tell me a little about yourselves. Katiebear's got a nice little circle of friends, so maybe it's time I make one too. What kinda things do you enjoy? Sports? Music? Books? Let's get to know each other.

Toodles,

- Jenny

With the cat outta the bag in regards to me havin' a little bambino onboard, figured this was the perfect time to do this.

I'm gonna be doing my best to take it easy for the next few months, so we put the finishing touches on our second album. Hope you all enjoy it. Madhouse Music will be selling limited edition copies signed by me, Kenny, Morgan, and Aubrey. Go buy a copy for your honey for Valentine's Day, unless you want them to think you're a fucking asshole.