| teagan ria bradley → biography and storylines |
[22 Apr 2020|09:44pm] |
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[21 Apr 2020|05:35pm] |
current location : los angeles, california.
texts , emails , vmails , love/hate notes , random , etc!
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[10 Dec 2010|12:14am] |
I have to post this because it's fucking cute and if anybody has a problem with that? Well, tough shit. A few weeks ago, my sister gave birth to a little girl. Her name is Ava and she's absolutely gorgeous. I got to be in the room when she was born and .. while I still don't think I ever want to go through that myself, I totally understand now why people refer to it as a miracle. After a very quick labor (according to Cali who has already done this once before), I got to be one of the first people to see this little girl enter the world and cry for the first time. She's got a serious set of lungs on her but .. she's gorgeous. Her father would have been unbelievably proud of her and her mother. I'm proud of you, Cali. You're an amazing woman and, I know I might not be the best sister sometimes but .. I'm here if and when you need me. Anyway, for anyone who cares? My neice, Ava, with her big brother, Asher.
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| Lancelot McAllister. |
[23 Nov 2010|12:25am] |
You're kind of gorgeous, you know.
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[14 Aug 2010|10:43pm] |
I think it's safe to say that I change jobs more than some people change underwear. I think it's also safe to say that some people are fucking disgusting and need to change their underwear more often. But anyhow, I quit the new job on the cruise line (shocker!) and went back to working at Nuri Int'l. Apparently, I have a price. And it was offered, so I took it. I am officially a sports agent again (and have been for a few weeks but I fucking hate this stupid piece of shit, so I tend to not update it ever).
And now that I've said that, I'm bored with it already. I think I'll go harass my minions for awhile.
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[22 Jun 2010|09:16pm] |
I'm going to stop telling people my last name while I'm here. I think I've played my brother's music about fifty times via request while working at the piano lounge. If I have to play 'Numb' ONE MORE TIME!! Slade, I love you, but .. write something else. Please. NOW!
( ooc )
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[12 Jun 2010|08:12pm] |
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So I auditioned and got the job. I have to be in Santa Monica on the 18th to be on board the liner by 9 AM. I'm thinking that it'd be a smart decision to drive down there on the 17th and stay the night in a motel so that I don't miss the boat. I'm also thinking that it'd be a smart decision for me to start packing my shit since I'll be gone for two weeks (15 days to be exact). They gave me this list of items that I should make sure I have with me when I get there, told me what the 'uniform' requirements were. I have to make sure I have at least a week's worth of nice clothes packed. They have an employee laundromat on board. Dry cleaner or whatever. So that'll be helpful. Otherwise, I'm not really sure what I'm taking with me.
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[22 May 2010|07:12pm] |
It's good to be home in La Bella Cenicienta del Pacífico. I've missed it here. I think I'm gonna head to la primera and see who's at Hussong's tonight. I'm sure I'll stumble across someone or other.
Private
I swear to Christ, if that boy doesn't leave me the fuck alone .. breathe, Teagan. Just breathe.
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[20 May 2010|08:13pm] |
I refuse to be potatoes. I'm not potatoes.
I quit my job today. Shocker, right? I decided that the 'agent' lifestyle wasn't really my thing. Sure, it made me a decent paycheck. Enough to pay off my house in Montebello. But it was fucking boring. The only time it was even remotely exciting was when I was teasing the shit out of Rob back when he was married to the dead chick. What's her name? Keely. Horrible actress ... even worse wife.
I still haven't decided what I plan to do instead but I'm thinking about maybe heading down to Baja for awhile. Visit the old haunts, maybe get a job there for a few months. Let's face it, I'm not the kind of girl who likes to be in one place for very long. I have a few appointments to deal with first, some things that need scheduled. But I'm hoping by the end of next week I'll be able to go home for awhile. We'll see.
If anybody is looking for a new line of business, Nuri Int'l is hiring again. Feel free to tell Salem that I sent you.
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[18 May 2010|08:09pm] |
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So, Mags, how would you feel about keeping me company in a hospital room? We can rate all the orderlies/nurses/doctors from McSteamy-hot to somebody-put-him-out-of-his-misery disgusting. It'll be all kinds of fun.
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[04 May 2010|09:21pm] |
I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
Cause no one else cared
After my dreaming
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I'm done here
So if you're asking me
I want you to know
[Chorus]
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
[End Chorus]
Don't be afraid
I've taken my beating
I've shed but I made
I'm strong on the surface
Not all the way through
I've never been perfect
But neither have you
So if you're asking me
I want you to know
[Chorus]
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
[End Chorus]
Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well
Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are
[Chorus]
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well
Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are
I can't be who you are
( ooc )
Sometimes, I wonder if Slade and I are really related because he has the ability to feel more compassion towards people than I've ever been able to. Or rather than I've ever wanted to be able to. I've been playing this damn song on repeat for the last two days and when I played it for Cali, she said it seemed pretty fitting considering the situation. She says it's what Johnnie would have said if he'd been given the chance to say it. I guess I'll have to take her word for that one.
I've been back at my own place in Montebello for about a week now. Slade ended his tour early and is staying with Calista now, helping her out with things. Which is just a God send. Or would be, if you believed in God.
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[02 May 2010|09:28pm] |
Today, someone told me that I was heartless. I thanked them. There's just something incredibly amusing about the facial expressions people make when you say things like that. Of course, thanking a person is about as low key as I get when someone is trying to insult me but .. well, I'm not really on my game right now. Whatever.
I swear to God .. if Calista drags me to another ultrasound ever, I might be forced to kill her. Not kidding.
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[20 Apr 2010|06:54pm] |
For the first time in my life, I actually don't have something horrible to say. Funny how it takes a horrible situation to knock the bitch clean out of you. I can't believe this shit happened, that my sister's husband is dead. I .. just talked to him a few days ago. Like, on Saturday. And now he's gone. There couldn't have been a worse time for this to happen. Not that it's ever a good time to lose someone but ..
I'm in Los Angeles, staying at Calista's place with her. I'm trying to help with Asher but the whole maternal thing doesn't really work well for me. But, I guess I can play the nice aunt for as long as it takes. Slade's in the process of finishing up his tour. Cali refused to let him cancel it, told him to stay where he was. He knows better than to fuck with her. Though, I think she'd probably be okay with him not listening .. especially now.
She keeps talking about wanting to move back to Baja. About wanting to take Asher and just go. All of this just happened and all she can think about is that she doesn't want to be in LA anymore. I don't know what to tell her. I've never been very good at sympathizing or empathizing with people. It's never been my style. I feel like I should know what to say though, what to do. She's my twin. I should feel what she's feeling or .. some shit like that. I just .. I hate seeing her like this.
I have a lot of phone calls to make. I told her I'd handle the arrangements. Johnnie's father keeps trying to take shit over and I told him to fuck off, go back to his daughter's house. That guy is a serious pain in the ass. Thinks his military bullshit is going to make me listen. Sure, okay, so his son just died .. but from what I hear, they weren't close at all anyhow. Johnnie couldn't stand him. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want the guy handling the where's and when's for his funeral.
God .. funeral. That's just .. morbid. I can talk about how awful loss is til I'm blue in the face but the only person I ever lost .. personally was my Mom and she died when I was born so .. not really the same thing.
I have .. oh fuck it. I'm done.
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[21 Mar 2010|12:14am] |
I swear to God, people need to stop popping out babies. It's ridiculous. They're fucking everywhere. I got a call from my sister earlier today and she told me that she was pregnant. I laughed and hung up the phone. Seriously, Calista? Seriously. Because Asher is such a peach, right?
Okay, no. My nephew is fucking awesome. I just don't like babies. They're messy and they're loud and they stink and .. no. I apologize for the run-on there.. so Maggie, don't say a fucking word. Bitch. Actually, no, I don't apologize for it. The grammar Nazi can suck my left tit.
No more babies. Seriously. The world is already over-populated, mostly with incredibly stupid people. None of whom need to or should be able to procreate. Buy some fucking condoms and get some birth control or keep it in your pants.
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[13 Mar 2010|05:44pm] |
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Nuri, my client list is fucking short. Find me someone new. Now!
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[20 Sep 2009|05:10pm] |
One completely annoying, paranoid twit of a real wife down.
One completely annoying, overly happy twit of a fake wife to go.
Could this job be less pathetic?
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[28 Apr 2009|12:05am] |
I should be feeling remorse right now, but I'm not. I should be in Boston, making sure that my client is alright. But again, I'm not. I don't care that his wife is dead and if that makes me a heartless bitch .. well .. color me heartless. I don't care. The woman was nothing but trouble and I don't feel a bit bad for thinking so. Or for saying it out loud.
I think I finally figured out why Salem made me his manager in the first place. Because I was one of the few people who worked for her that actually stood a chance at keeping the man employed. She knew how his wife could be, she knew the woman's antics and her dramatics. She knew that the woman was trouble and could cost him his career.
I'm not saying she went and got herself hit by a car on purpose. Though, I wouldn't have put it past her assuming she had survived it. What I'm saying is that she had no regard for the consequences of her actions. She was a self-serving little twit. The world might venture to be a better place without her.
And if saying so gets me fired, fine. But I'll be the first to point out that no other manager would ever do what .. or rather who I did .. to ensure that that man still had a place in the WWE.
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[23 Apr 2009|09:51pm] |
Over the last two months, there have been many moments where I've wondered what in the hell is wrong with Nuri International that they'd hire someone like me? I've been told, rather blatantly, that my people skills leave a lot to be desired. And yet, here I am, put in a position that requires me to speak to people quite frequently. That requires me to pretend to be a nice, caring person and make valid choices in regards to my clients.
Christ. Fuck that.
I am not and will never be one of those touchy feely agents. I don't give a shit how badly my clients feel they're being treated. I'm not gonna step in and fix it. Suck it the fuck up and do your job. I hate it when people are so damn whiney. If you can't handle the job you were given to do, if you can't commit to it, if you can't follow fucking directions .. then you shouldn't be doing it. If you need someone to step in and speak for you? Grow a damn set, check your tongue, and do it yourself! I'm not a babysitter.
I guess that Nuri can't be too stupid, considering that she was smart enough to give me clients who can handle their own. Keep me away from the uber sensitive actor types who need their bottoms powdered after they take a shit and the writers who need their constantly failing egos stroked.
The only bad things I have to deal with are overbearing wives and a slew of whorish fangirls. Thankfully, my personality will be put to good use in regards to all of that. At the very least, I won't be bored .. though I may be sued. A couple times.
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