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[Sep. 21st, 2004|03:24 pm] |
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Days had seemed to run into themselves, work was running away with itself and still his agent hadn’t actually sent him the relevant information he needed to make plans for getting himself, Emma and Evie over to the States. He had been working night and day on the other movie to get it finished so he could get over there, and then of course there was still all the promo work he was meant to be doing for National Treasure looming over his head. Groaning irritably he sat down in the study and flicked on his laptop and set his fingers down on the keyboard, groaned again and actually instead of getting around to updating grinned as he recalled the morning. It had been good, just saying bugger work getting lost in Emma’s arms, feeling her body close hearing her voice as she talked, it had seemed so long since they’d merely been able to relax and be together on any level.
Now though it was the afternoon and guilt was starting to rear it’s head, it was all well and good calling up and saying you couldn’t be in for the day, yet it really did need to be finished.
Well been sat here wondering what the bloody well write and came to the conclusion it doesn’t much matter. Took a sicky from work today, basically me and Emma needed to just spend time alone together, when the rest of the world isn’t there bloody well interfering in one way or another.
Never thought I would feel this way about another person, yeah so basically this is another one of them bloody slushy I love Emma type boring posts, but hey guess what? I don’t give a monkeys.
She said she’ll be well enough to come to the States when I have to start shooting ‘Flight Plan’, and I not letting her change her bloody mind. I’m hoping it’s to be made in LA then she gets time to hang out with Rose and her other friends there, as it’ll be bloody boring for the poor lass if it are in some damn place she knows no bugger at all.
Call outs are needed Thom, Jude, sorry I’ve been a bloody ghost, just work has it’s sodding way of infringing on social activities at times, hoping to catch up with you both soon.
Spicy love, I’ll call you too, sorry I’ve not been in a chatty mood lately love, same to you Gary mate, maybe we can meet up tonight and actually go over the Sharpe stuff had me another offer wondering if you have had one yet?
Well that are it from me for the time being.
Updating his journal, before yelling out in a lazy voice to find out if Emma is out of bed yet, getting to his feet wandering out into the kitchen, before picking up his cell calling Gary.
( Lyrics for Emma ) |
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[Sep. 5th, 2004|08:32 pm] |
Well ... nought much to say as I'm sat in the bloody airport with me laptop as I forgot to tell Gary, Emma and I were off to Madrid.
Mate I'll be back later tomorrow.
And ...
Happy Birthday Rose ... where's the bloody beer Lass? |
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[Aug. 17th, 2004|12:56 pm] |
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EMMA IS PREGNANT!
Umm yeah well sorry to all I called up yesterday ... especially seeing as Emma had called you all up aforehand ... though I think I managed to get to Gary first.
Been pretty much dead around here, but busy is ... bugger the cliches actually me hands are still shaking to be honest, and no not because I'v been drinking too bloody much, BLOOM.
Read a bit and I believe I should thank Mrs Holly Marie Wilson for offering her help and support to me Emma. Thanks lass you're one in a million.
Can't type ... will do a right proper update tomorrow.
Picked up Evie on Saturday. Shite, can't bloody well think.
( What I were doing Saturday )
And for the folks that would rather read it on the site here goes, follow the link :-
http://www.sheffieldtoday.net/ViewArticle2.aspx?SectionID=58&ArticleID=839613 |
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[Aug. 12th, 2004|12:31 pm] |
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Right ...
IF and I mean if, because some bloody old woman danging a bit of silk with a needle attached to over Emma's stomach, as far as I'm concerned don't prove a damn thing. If she is pregnant the child is going to be called ....
Domonique Sian ...
No more nonsense BLOOM! |
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[Aug. 10th, 2004|10:00 pm] |
First off, I actually logged on to do a bloody happy post. Strange eh? Yeah I don't do many of them actually do I?
Yet low and bloody behold what do I read but Sasha Cohen's journal going on about my kids being lost? I know she's hurting and shit, but Jesus fucking Christ, Molly ran off, no bugger was responsible for it.
It happened ages ago, Dakota got left behind in France, and I truly don't believe Mr Beckham was responsible for taking or bringing her back. So what he did was wrong, he hurt you, but what the fuck is you're problem bringing up kids? I'm pretty fucking disappointed in you Sasha.
Fuck ... and yeah well I'm in Ireland and actually had a brilliant day yesterday with the Looney Twins. Emma is radiant and as beauitful and as precious as ever, just hope she bloody well don't read this or pick up on my sodding mood change. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2004|12:55 am] |
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Ah bugger it’s about time I updated this thing and actually wrote something other than a long line of cursing. Well here goes, today after work, I got to thinking and realized I’d not actually told Emma, we were away to New Mexico for the weekend and due to her rather playful and entertaining post, I decided to play a prank back on her. Ok so I’m not that bloody good at arranging stuff, probably due to being hit on the head one time too many when attempting to perform a stunt and getting it a little wrong.
Yet armed with some left over Army camouflage paint, and some old army gear bought from the surplus store on Oxford Street, with a Ski mask, yes overkill huh? Anyway, I scaled the wall of our house, climbed in the bedroom window and wrapped her up in the sheet, luckily, of course she was in the bed or it wouldn’t have bloody worked.
The one major flaw being when she squealed and purred in me ear, letting me know without a doubt she knew it was me and whispered, Oh dearie me, I have no clothes on. Well plan flawed sort of by that, then of course a bit of playful wrestling had to ensue, finally though after ohhhh I’d say a couple of hours and a few bites later, I managed to talk her into getting dressed.
Thought I’d be right clever I did, having a bag packed away and all, having her passport and all, but that damn woman is so switched on, it were like she had picked away at my brain and worked out all the little bits and pieces.
Anyway, basically we’re off to New Mexico, and for once are both sober got to suck ass that to some degree though, Gary, expecting you to be at the bloody airport mate. |
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[Jul. 31st, 2004|02:04 pm] |
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Well fuck.
Life is sure full of shite, more full lately, friends hurting friends for what? To get a sense of power over another? To make themselves feel fucking good?
Who bloody well knows, just fuck.
Gary, Viggo ... yeah, well I'm around mates.
Every fucker else other than Emma as far as I'm concerned at the moment can bloody well fuck off.
Oh shit and Vic, sorry love. Don't fuck off, nope. Anyone else though yeah ... shit ok nope, not Lija, Dom, Thom, Jude, Alan, Eric ... yeah ok maybe a few more there.
Damn how comes when you want to tell a whole bunch of people you think they're fucking lame you can't do it? Because ultimately there are a whole bunch of other people that you simply don't want to fucking disappear.
Shit to life at the moment.
( Lyrics to those people that would rather destroy )
Oh and shit to any bastard that doesn't bloody well like me posting lyrics. You can piss the fuck off too. My journal? My right to post it and yes assholes it's behind a fucking cut tag. |
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[Jul. 21st, 2004|06:01 pm] |
Waking up as the alarm blasts out, not truly wanting to pull away from Emma’s warm body letting out a grumble against her neck. Cuddling up to her a little more tightly, lips trailing lazily over her neck and nibbling the skin a little in an attempt to wake her up. When a soft murmur trickles out of her lips a grin grows over his face and soon he reminds her of the deal she made with him the night before.
Well over due I think for an update, sort of buggered as I’m at the bloody set and have been since sodding four thirty this morning. Yesterday were a right nightmare, had to start at five and didn’t finish up till gone nine in the evening, did a stunt that went bloody wrong, due to me looking in the opposite direction and now me body is as stiff as hell due to the bloody ply word walloping me soundly in the chest.
Sorry to all me mates for not being around in the evenings, but work calls and is at the moment knackering me out. All I want to do when I’m done is go back to the hotel suite cuddle up to Emma and sleep.
Agent’s been bugging the crap out of me too about taking on the role of ‘Sharpe’ once more; apparently, the TV people are getting angsty over my lack of interest in reviving the role. Though the daft prats want to make one of the books, where Sharpe is only twenty eight, I mean shit yes all actors are for the good part are self involved but hell, I’m forty-five, long, long time since I were in me twenty’s.
Though it be good to go and work with all the others again, just at the moment really can’t see going back and re-kindling something that was good ten years or so ago.
Why the hell don’t they get a whole new cast.
That’s basically it from me, not been talking too many folk due to being damn busy, which I think my lazy ass has already said prior in this damn post.
One thing though, SHANE WEST … mate you have to tell me when the wedding are again I bloody well forgot. |
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[Jul. 14th, 2004|11:10 am] |
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( non wedding thingie )</i>
So aye, not actually updated for a bit nor been talking much on me cell. I'm in Sheffield now with both me lasses and we're heading off to sunny ... shit Isle of sodding Man tomorrow.
Been doing crappy family shite, can't bloody well drink until I have that sodding bloody blood test, which by all rights should be done tomorrow ... that is of course if Fran is in the Isle, which to be completely honest I don't think she is ...
Fuck ... Evie just dropped her icecream on the floor and has decided that ants will die if they get stuck in its meltiness ...
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[Jul. 10th, 2004|09:36 pm] |
This is really a rushed up-date, as I were intending on staying in New York but had a call from Viggo alerting me about a few things, so I'm flying out to LA.
( Dakota Gifts ) |
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[Jul. 8th, 2004|03:24 pm] |
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Sitting in a chair in Diane’s hotel suite, Doyle laying on the ground his stubby puppy tail banging hard against the ground and a mewling noise escaping his mouth to try and get himself a good amount of attention from the hovering Diane. He turns away from them for a moment, and flips on the laptop that’s been staring at him for quite some time. Realizing its way over time he actually updated, but too confused to know what if anything to actually write in it.
Hmm, well it’s that time of the week again, should have a shit load of stuff to write and amaze any bugger that reads it, right? Nope have sod all of anything to put in here to be honest, could bleat on about a ton of shite, that no bugger but me would find amusing. However, can’t say I’m much in the mood to be howling my ass off at inane crap that no one else would probably understand any sodding way. Were good to catch up with all the folk at the Camp this weekend, not seen Jonny nor Orlando for too bloody long.
Got me ass back to the Island, late Tuesday morning, had to go right to the shoot and get a load of stuff done, had a quiet evening in the hotel, took Doyle out for a bloody long walk because the weather forecast for Wednesday were right bad. Don’t know why I said that as its bloody Thursday now. However, Wednesday did prove to be a right bastard as far as the blinking rain were concerned. Everyone on the set got sopping wet, though it were funny as hell when it all the movie making were done for the day and Vic and her little lads stopped over. Can’t believe that damn woman has a thing about getting muddy, though don’t believer her does anymore. Little lads tossed among other things a grass snaked down her shirt, that were funny trying to get the bloody thing out again. Gary I think appeared just as I were yanking it out of her shirt.
Had to get him right and muddy to right?
Too bloody right come the end don’t think any bugger had a clean spot on them, though Doyle decided that tractors looked mighty appealing so I had to bugger off and try to get the little shite back. When I found him he were rolling in rain sodden cow manure, finally arrived back at the hotel, Diane weren’t too happy about the way he were stinking, but had to ask her to do me a favor.
So the lucky lass, were away when I were bathing the damn stupid pup, though it were probably a good thing, as Emma called and yeah ... another bloody yelling match ensued. Think I managed to yell so fucking much I gave me self a headache. Though in a way it were good to just rant, and I think meEmma, sort of knew I didn’t mean half of it. Not sure, though going to have to call her up in a bit, or later anyway and sort that out.
Got talking to Sexy Sadie, damn I miss the lass, not sure what to say, but honey, you need to be lost, you stay lost, just don’t bloody well lose me cell number, you know lass I never remember to call anyone unless Viggo or Gary tell me too.
Diane got her ass back, had the thing I sent her off to fetch for us, and now I’ve got the bloody thing sat here on the damn table in front of me wondering what the fuck to do with it.
Reaching over, snapping up Emma’s engagement ring, in his hand, holding it tight as his hand makes a fist, growling slightly as the ring cuts into the skin in his hand. Releasing the grasp before dropping it and flicking it away, eyes still staring at it, a vein in his forehead throbbing angrily as his dark green eyes glint a trace of rage filtering through them.
Were getting ready to doss down for the night on Diane’s couch, when Thom called up, it were good to hear his voice, haven’t managed to talk to him for a few days to be honest. See you some time Friday evening mate, got the flight booked just at the moment the details have slipped me mind.
Don’t think there’s bugger all else to write in this here thing, going to take the damn mutt out for another walk, and get some fresh air in me lungs, been sitting around most of the morning, filming got cancelled due to the site being water logged still. Think they’re talking about doing more stuff in London rather than here.
Chews on his bottom lip, frowning slightly but isn’t in the mood to check what he’s typed and just posts it, before turning around growling at Diane to move her ass if she’s going to take Doyle out for a walk with him. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2004|07:13 pm] |
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Waking up slowly, head spinning and thumping, a warm body snuggled up next to his, having no clue where he was or who he was with, letting out a loud angry groan, before deciding the best thing to do would be to creep off. Not even sure how he got there and not sure he wanted to know. Wondering as he pulled himself out of the bed, and retrieved his clothing, if it was Viggo’s pay back for what had happened on the Friday evening. Though having a vague memory that Viggo hadn’t actually been out with him the previous evening.
Finally, stumbling out into the street, waving down a cab and getting himself delivered back to Gary’s house, head still splitting and eyes not wishing to focus on anything.
I’m buggered if I know much of what happened last night, other than I were pissed out of me head. Remember going to some sodding weird restaurant, yet another place that Gary picked out, must bloody remember the next time he suggests to go somewhere to go to a place with the complete opposite sounding name. I’m sure in time he’ll fill me on every little thing that happened in great detail.
So as I don’t remember much of that not really any bloody point writing about it. Met Viggo on Friday though, that were a right laugh. We got drunk, well obviously, went into some bar and he wandered off with a trio of cute looking blondes. Sort of ended up in a night club, where I met Victoria Beckham … hmmm interesting that was. Not quite sure exactly what happened after I got her into a drinking competition other than I think I called Gary, because I had lost Viggo. Seem to remember him making some wise crack along the lines of, ‘that’s what cell phones are for mate’.
Woke up the Saturday morning or rather early afternoon in Gary’s house in LA, had no bloody clear memory of having ever left the UK to be perfectly honest. Stumbled out the room only to be bumped into SpiceyVic, went down to the bloody kitchen and that damn Fran were there.
As I recall she went on about how I must the father and all that shite, not too amused with it all to be honest.
Gary went off, got into a bit of a food fight with Victoria, not really sure why it started but hell, can’t be bad, got her right covered in a whole ensemble of flying food.
Sometimes though it’s damn easier to act like a jerk than face up to what’s really eating away at you.
Had a good long talk with Eric and have come to the conclusion that I’m going to spend the rest of my days being a sleaze bag, but hey doesn’t exactly make that much of a difference. |
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[Jul. 1st, 2004|12:44 pm] |
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So, I’m back in London, back at home for five fucking minutes, before I have to go to the bloody studio dream up some sodding lame excuse as to why I can’t work, then bugger off and seek out Sadie. At times, I wonder where the bloody hell my brain wanders off too. Sure as hell, it’s bloody well controlled by means outside my immediate peripheral vision.
Left the Isle of Man yesterday at one in the morning, got to Liverpool got another flight to Sheffield after kipping in the bloody airport for a bit with Diane, arrived in Sheffield just after eight in the morning. Went to me Mum’s and Dad’s house, collected Evie, had the bloody hysteria, due to lack of Emma and the evil kid tantrum due to Diane being there. Gave bloody up trying to calm her down after a couple of hours and took her back to me Mum. After receiving the ‘I told you so’ type look all mothers seem to possess and never bloody lose no matter how sodding old you are, I decided to bugger off to London pronto, dragging Diane off with me.
Called the Pixie up on the flight to make sure he was still having fun on the Island, when he informed me to go and read my friends list.
Which I did, which to be honest started things in motion that I probably should have thought out first, though yes being a complete and utter prat, I didn’t. Left Diane when we arrived in London with the key to me house, and met Beckham, super twat at the airport, where he’d managed to get us on a flight to LA.
Got to love the airports for being so damn efficient at times right?
We were on the plane, Beckham the moron, got himself drunk, while I were talking on the cell to Sadie. Not writing in here what the conversation was about, but it were bad enough to make me decide then and there, I’d have to get a bloody flight back near enough as soon as I arrived in LA, not good, not good at fucking all.
Even worse, when I got there and actually had to tell Emma, worse still after a few other things, well actually one other thing happened. Then after it did, I basically yelled at her again and laid all the blame at her feet, when if I could keep it in me pants as they say nothing would have happened. Christ, at times it’s a miracle to me how or why anyone puts up with me at all.
So yeah left her feeling low and probably used, to come back to London, arrived here just after eleven, meant to be in the studio for twelve, to shoot some bloody stuff, and me fucking brain’s too damn addled to remember what the fuck it was. Also had arranged a lunch meeting between me, Gary and Bernard, which I have to try and sodding well cancel, if not double buggered, as I keep not showing up after arranging things with Bernie. The bloke is only going to be understanding after so many non-shows. Though writing that, should have called him on the cell instead of sitting here typing on this bloody thing, but as I said me brain isn’t working. Diane’s still asleep thank god, hell knows what she got up to yesterday, and the bloody living room is full of bloody shopping bags.
Seems every time I attempt to show I can be a good friend, I end up fucking matters up and truly hurting the people, I care about most. Yet, low and behold Orlando called me up as I were about to get back on the plane to London, and he’s arranging a camping weekend. If he manages to talk Viggo into coming out of the hole he seems to have locked himself in, then I’m pretty damn sure I’ll be buggering off there too.
And shit … late already gone bloody twelve thirty now, going ….
SADIE, I promise as soon as I can I’ll stop by your place, and don’t bloody well pretend you’re not there simply because you feel bad about stuff. Find yourself a right nice frock or whatever and I’m taking you out for the night.
Gary I will call you mate, if I can’t make lunch which I highly doubt I will, I’ll pop around about two, if I don’t arrive it means I’ve crashed and burned mate.
Hitting update, pulling himself up from the chair, that if he’d sat in much longer he would have fallen to sleep in, leaving the house once more after scribbling a scruffy note to Diane. |
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[Jun. 29th, 2004|01:32 pm] |
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Not sure what to write, or how to write it, could waffle on and on about how great the weather is. How bloody fantastically busy I’ve been. Or I could simply give up and write nothing at all. Which to be honest, would probably be the better idea, due to some of the crap I’ve been shoving in this thing as of late.
Truth is, despite all my mates coming over here rallying around and supporting me, keeping me from truly having any time to brood and get snappy, at times that’s truly all I want to do. Probably made a habit of it and hence now, missing being able to just bark out ugly, hurtful things at people I care about. Bloody strange really because I’ve never truly had much of a problem doing it before.
Must be getting bleeding soft in me old age or some such thing.
This last past week has been a pretty hectic one, not just because of the personal stuff I’ve been going through, but … yeah ok mainly due to that. Though it’s been a bit of a small though mind opening experience, having to face the fact that no matter what a complete anti-social git, I can be at times, friends really don’t care. They see through it, and beyond it, push it away and laugh, smile, make me smile and everything come the end blurs into, though different, fun anyway. Even when you truly think you don’t want to have any, don’t want to laugh, and simply want to curl up and die, each friend bringing their own special something to any given situation. Whether it be Diane and her bossing around, to Thom and his gentle almost serene way of getting through to me without needing to use any words. Or simply the lap bouncing Pixie, cuddling and flirting, to Sexy Sadie and her wild midnight beach parties. Gary and is wiggling hips, Elijah on the phone with his, I am sexy not cute talk. Viggo, with his silence though presence on the other end of the phone.
Even believe it or not Rachel and her biting, and snapping, Doc with his mindless chatter about things I have no clue about.
Christian and Orlando for simply talking and Eric and Sean too.
You guys are the greatest friends a person could have. Hopefully one day I’ll be able to prove I can be just a worthy friend as you all have been.
I remember reading a post not so long ago, written by Holly Marie Combes where she talked about friends. She’s right, you should tell your friends you love them, even though you know and they know you do. Doesn’t hurt, may make some of them laugh, may make some of them uncomfortable for a bit, but in the long run, just saying it really doesn’t hurt at all.
But enough of the sappy shite, ELIJAH YOU ARE ONE MEAN SEXY HOBBIT! Your skittles little mate, have been sent along with the PS2 shite. AND … where the bloody hell have you been these last few days hmmm?
Emma, don’t have words I can write, about what’s going on between us, not sure what to write, that I’ve not said. I left you out up there because, yes though you’re my friend you are so much more.
Enough bill shit, bloody hell this post has ambled along and got absolutely no sodding where. Time to give up and go about taking Doyle out, while trying to avoid Diane. Hard task I swear that bloody woman has eyes in the back of her head, and never truly sleeps. |
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[Jun. 24th, 2004|03:05 pm] |
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Having drifted around sort of aimlessly all the night before, not going back to the hotel, ending up in one of the trailers, with a few members of the sound crew, finally finding the missing Doyle. Now it was morning again, and thoughts of yesterday were still heavy in his head.
It was easy enough to laugh things off when drinking, another thing to do when stone cold sober. Maybe talking was no longer the way to go, though he thought in a relationship, things like cancelled wedding plans and the such should be actually mentioned before being plastered up in an on-line journal.
Maybe it’s easier to hide behind written words, than spoken ones.
Shrugging, he picked the puppy up, asked one of the men if he could use their laptop and logged in to his live-journal account. Frowning slightly but there again, if this was the way Emma wanted to sort things out rather than face to face, there was really very little he could actually do about it, but follow her lead and do the same thing.
Yes, this is yet another update, two in as many days, bloody miraculous isn’t it?
Not sure about a few things, so basically letting off steam in here. Shit why the hell not everyone else seems too.
First off, I know I’m not exactly the easiest of people to get along with, and I’m more than sure I make things difficult for all those that know me. Yet I do not, and I mean do not, inform people of important matters, first through an online journal entry. I do not make posts asking others if I can trust those I supposedly love. Neither do I go around asking their friends to either watch them, or ask them if what a certain person is saying is true.
Yet as this seems to be the way things have been happening lately, here goes.
I do not know why, Emma, you felt you needed to inform me of your convention in a journal post. Do you think I’m some kind of unfeeling bastard, that I’d start yelling and carrying on because of work? Do you think you are the only one in this relationship with feelings or emotions?
You say I have issues, as far as opening up is concerned, and I do. I don’t say I don’t but at least I try to talk to them to you, I don’t go plastering stuff up all over the place, nor do I do posts ending them with ’Can I trust Emma’.
If you don’t believe a word I say now, what is the point of us even trying to move this relationship forward, to the ultimate end. You say one minute you want us to get married at the weekend, to just get away and go for it, then in the next you’re getting angry with me for reminding you. Then you simply don’t believe me, when I tell you basic facts, that I have no pre-ordained days off, so you then go and question Dom about it, and you do it right in front of not only me, but Vic and Elijah. True enough Elijah and Dom were on the phone but nonetheless you still did it.
Do you have any idea of just how that makes me feel? Well obviously not, or that you continually ask Gary what I am doing? Why don’t you feel you can ask me?
I love you Emma, but that just simply as far as you’re concerned doesn’t seem to be enough. I can’t read your mind, I do not know what’s going through your head, but I do know what’s filtering through mine. I think it’s time we rethought what we both want and or expect from this relationship, it should be fun, we should enjoy being with one another. That just doesn’t seem to be what’s happening lately, and I’m not prepared to alter who I am to fit in with whatever it is you expect.
You say you don’t want me to change, I have no intention of doing so, but I don’t expect to be questioned about everything that comes out of my mouth. I don’t expect the person that’s meant to love me to question me all the time either.
So all and all, although this is not quite the way I would have wanted to do things, yet it is the avenue you, yourself have chosen, I believe we should take a good long time out from one another and both re-think, what we’re actually doing in this relationship. The first part of a working, loving relationship should be trust. You have mine, yet it still seems I do not have yours.
Aware that the post really makes very little sense, and has a jumble of thoughts, spread around in different places, which all ultimately mean the same thing - lack of trust. He posts it anyway, before getting up, finding the leash for the dog, following along after the members of the sound crew that were there and goes to the morning shoot. Knowing that when, he’s finished up there he has to meet Diane and Gary and assembled kids to go fishing. |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2004|01:56 pm] |
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Lazily, pulling himself from the bed, untangling himself carefully from Emma, not wishing to wake her up, bending over giving her a soft kiss on the tip of the nose before strolling over lazily to the desk in the corner of the room. He flicks on the laptop, which is now more due to Emma than him, clean from fish guts, starts to type a small update.
Well the week from hell, or basically the week that could have been hell is over. Emma’s finally back and thanks to all me mates, I didn’t go completely insane.
Diane and Sadie, came over near on the beginning of the week and have stayed the whole time, had a right few laughs due to both of them, thanks mates, we should all get together sometime tonight. Sorry I avoided everyone yesterday I was kind of busy?
Thom, thanks for the late night chats on the cell, didn’t realize just how lonely the night can be when you’ve not got the one person in the world you want to be with safely snuggled up against you.
Then of course, there’s Gary, Renee, Vic, Pixie and Alan. Though I’m sure that Alan’s reason for being here was other than stopping me from going nuts it was great to see him around.
Think Pixie is going to plan something for tonight, though if it’s got anything to do with dresses and strip clubs, I’m out of it. No offence mate, but that last time I saw Gary in a dress was more than enough for me, and no, I am not going to be wearing one, even if you do manage to find a nice little ensemble that matches me eyes.
On another note, that really has no bearing on this, isn’t it bloody disgusting when one of the top Judge’s in country gets accused of looking at child porn, pleads guilty, then uses and I quote, ‘he was merely attempting to find out how easy that kind of material was to obtain on line’. Shit there’s one thing, finding the sites, but it’s another when you join them, use your own credit card to become a member and then willingly download the pictures. Who the hell does he think he’s talking too? Another Judge that lives in the past, when it was all right for them to do their dirty bloody deeds and never be questioned. I hope the dirty old bastard goes into a prison cell with some poor sod he put down for a good few years, that was innocent. Then the bloody git will have a right rude awakening into the twenty first century.
Anyway, that’s enough for me, got an early shoot this morning, catch all of you on the island some time later.
Gary still not wearing that bloody T-shirt.
Sending the post off, getting up wandering back over to Emma, grinning a little tickling her gently to wake her up, although only slightly, whispering against her lips he’s got to go, giving her a soft kiss before ambling away, getting dressed and leaving to do whatever is expected for the day. |
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[Jun. 21st, 2004|09:22 pm] |
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England 4 ...... Croatia 2
England through to the quarter finals. Time to get drunk ... or umm Emma'd. |
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[Jun. 21st, 2004|01:37 pm] |
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( more crazy crab talk )
Had a right blast this weekend, pity that most folks left before Emma arrives, ah well hopefully Gary and Renee will be back at some point. |
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