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(no subject) [Sep. 21st, 2004|03:24 pm]
Sean Bean
[mood |tiredtired]

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.

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(no subject) [Sep. 5th, 2004|08:32 pm]
Sean Bean
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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(no subject) [Aug. 23rd, 2004|10:36 pm]
Sean Bean
[mood |busybusy]

First off, have a bloody lot to cover in this damn post.


JONNY MILLER and anyone else other than Thom or Jude.Collapse )
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(no subject) [Aug. 17th, 2004|12:56 pm]
Sean Bean
[mood |ecstaticecstatic]


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 SaturdayCollapse )

And for the folks that would rather read it on the site here goes, follow the link :-

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(no subject) [Aug. 12th, 2004|12:31 pm]
Sean Bean
[mood |creativecreative]

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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(no subject) [Aug. 10th, 2004|10:00 pm]
Sean Bean
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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(no subject) [Aug. 7th, 2004|12:55 am]
Sean Bean
[mood |amusedamused]

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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(no subject) [Jul. 31st, 2004|02:04 pm]
Sean Bean
[mood |pissed offpissed off]
[music |slipknot]

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 destroyCollapse )

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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(no subject) [Jul. 21st, 2004|06:01 pm]
Sean Bean
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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(no subject) [Jul. 14th, 2004|11:10 am]
Sean Bean
[mood |busybusy]

non wedding thingieCollapse )</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 ...

Jumps up from the picnic table in the back of his parents gardens leaving the laptop turned on and goes to try and stop the little girl from making more of a mess.
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