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(28 comments | post comment | disclaimer ) [22 Sep 2004|02:16pm] Rose's birthday came and went, it seems in someways it went as fast as it came, days drag on and training well pfft ... it has to be done but when it is over, well then life revolves around sitting and talking on the cell for hours on end to Rose. I miss you. I hate being in Madrid when you are in LA. I am having a Rich Super Star pissy moment. I want to act like a bratt and yell I won't play, I won't play you can't make me. I want to be IN LA NOW. Pitiful, sad excuse for an update. I don't care. I MISS YOU ROSE. Vic, shall I have the boys this weekend?

(1 comment | post comment | disclaimer ) [05 Sep 2004|08:26pm] Thirty One years ago, a miracle happened. A beautiful girl child was born, she grew to be one of the most fascinating women the world has ever had the pleasure of walking upon its surface ... Her name would be ... ROSE MCGOWEN</i> Happy birthday, I love you my Rose with many hidden thorns.

(14 comments | post comment | disclaimer ) [24 Aug 2004|02:48pm] First off is coming a warning, as this is probably going to be full of gramatical errors and incorrect spellings. Yet damn I truly don't give a damn. This past month seems to have gone in a flurry of one great thing happening followed buy mulitudes of bad. Not only am I to be the father of Sasha's child, I know have to deal with the fact that either I or Gary Oldman are going to be the father of Vic's child. Well damn .... So it's my own fault, oh yes I don't deny that, it's still a bloody shock to find out by reading a journal entry. Though thankfully despite all of that, there is still a bright light that shines brighter the longer I know her. ROSE. Thanks for making me laugh last night love, thanks for being the special person who you are and basically not pointing a finger or judging me. And guess what ... I still have the tape-recording and am pondering on turning it on loudly while in the locker room changing for practice just to see who reacts and who doesn't.

(post comment | disclaimer ) [12 Aug 2004|12:21pm] [ mood | cheerful ] I woke up, got on the cell called the boys in London, switched on the laptop, and found that Rose has paid for me to have two months account paid time. I think it's a subtle hint as I have to leave later today, first heading to London where I'll get to see the boys for a short ammount of time tomorrow then heading back to Madrid, for more training before the season starts over. Thank you Rose, and I'm coming to find you now .... aren't I glad you're not on your laptop right now, hopefully I'll find you sleeping alongside the pool or something.

(36 comments | post comment | disclaimer ) [06 Aug 2004|11:41pm] [ mood | cheerful ] So … yes it’s about time I updated I guess? Well don’t have much to say really, other than, HELL I FEEL GOOD. I feel really good and for once it’s going to last, it’s going to outlast the next match I play in and loose and it’s going to out last the moment I get told it’s time I retire. Ever felt so good that nothing else really matters, that anything and absolutely everything else has been leading up to this moment? All the bad, all the shit you have caused in other peoples lives, whether real or imaginary, just no longer matters. Because you, yes you can walk out with your head held high and yell out that you’re damn happy. That life is good and it’s never going to get better than it is right this moment, right now. Tired of living a life that was an illusion, feigning happiness that just simply was not based on or within any form of reality, now finally I’m alive and I’m feeling good. Yet to those that feel they must hate, I leave the following lyrics, enjoy them I do. All the tension in the world today All the little girls fillin up the world today When the good comes to bad the bad comes to good But im gonna live a life like I should ( like I should) Now all the critics wanna hit it Shit can ever did it just Because they don’t get it But I’ll stay fitted new knew I committed Now this red cap Gets a rap from his critics Do we always gotta cry? (gotta cry) Do we always gotta live inside a lie (inside a lie) Life's just a blast It's Movin really fast Better stay on top or life will kick you in the ass Follow me into a solo Remember that, kid So what you wanna do? where u gunna run When your starin down the cable of a mic putted in a grill like a gun Limp Bizkit is rockin the set Its like Russian Roulette When your placin' your bet So don’t be upset when your broke And your done Cuz im gonna be the one 'till I jet I know why you wanna hate me I know why you wanna hate me I know why you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all that the world has even seen lately I know why you wanna hate me I know why you wanna hate me Now I know why you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world that’s even seen lately Now you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world that’s even seen lately Now you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world that’s even seen lately Does anybody really know the secret Or the combination for this life and where to keep it Its kinda sad when you don’t know the meaning But everything happens for a reason I don’t even know what I should say Cuz im an idiot, a loser, microphone abuser I analyze every second I exist Beating on my mind every second with my fist Everybody wanna run (wanna run) Everybody wanna hide from the gun (hide from the gun) You can take this rap through this life if you want But you can't take the edge off the knife (no sir) And now you want your money back (money back) But your denied cuz your brains fried from the sack And there aint nothing I can do Cuz life is a lesson you learn it when your through I know why you wanna hate me I know why you wanna hate me I know why you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately I know why you wanna hate me I know why you wanna hate me Now I know why you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world that’s even seen lately Now you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world that’s even seen lately (Now I know why..) x4 Now I know why you wanna hate me Now I know why you wanna hate me Now I know why you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world that’s even seen lately Cuz hate is all the world that’s even seen lately Cuz hate is all the world that’s even seen lately Now I’m sure you’ve all read them, and please note that was meant sarcastically, I have been with Rose Mcgowen and I intend to be with her in one way or another till the day I die. Good-day, good-morning, good what ever the fuck you want to think. Farewell.

(8 comments | post comment | disclaimer ) [19 Jul 2004|05:54pm] I probably shouldn’t be writing this in here, probably shouldn’t be writing it anywhere yet there again things that you can’t say are easier written, even if they are best kept locked within your mind. So due to needing to update and tired of writing absolutely mindless drivel for the good part of my time here, I’d thought I’d simply get to letting things out, well in a round about way, that hopefully only those who are intended to understand them do. I left LA on Friday evening, didn’t bother to tell Rose I was going, I saw no point really, as she knows that for whatever reason I’m always drawn back towards her. It doesn’t seem to matter that out of most people here, she’s probably the one I’ve known the least amount of time. She’s probably, apart from Vic, the only person that truly knows me in any other way than from either watching me play sports or having seen me on one ad campaign or another. I’m not choosing to exclude Sasha from that little statement either. But by knowing me, I mean knowing me probably better than I do myself and therefore without having to tell her, Rose that is, she probably knew I’d be back pretty fast. I flew out to collect my children. I had promised Victoria, I’d come get them on Monday but wanted to see Dakota or if not her at least her parents and find out if there was anything I could possibly do. In my life I’ve been lucky, or protected, I’m not really sure which, but I’ve never had to face the death of a loved one, nor even that of a relative that one only sees at huge family get togethers. I’m twenty-nine and have never yet had to face death head on, rather strange isn’t it? Yet enough of this as it’s truly not my place to talk of things I don’t understand. I just wanted to let her know that even if people don’t understand what she is going through, they will always be there even if only on the outer rims of her life, where she may talk to them or simply yell at them if she feels the need. So yes back to other matters. I arrived in the Isle of Man late on Saturday. Foolishly I believed Victoria would be wherever the boys were, I mean I didn’t arrive there until just after 11.30 pm. However, of course, this was not the case. I shouldn’t have expected her to be sitting around looking after them I suppose. Though it did annoy me and it annoyed me all the more when she started babbling down the phone and started to tell me she was on the beach. Though why she was on the beach at that time of night, truly is none of my business, yet I could not help being angry with her. I was angered all the more, when instead of her simply answering my questions about which hotel she was staying in, she passed the cell phone over to Gary Oldman. The fact that I could hear Sean Bean and Emma Caulfield babbling on in the background, obviously intoxicated didn’t do very much to put my mood on an even keel either. Don’t get me wrong, I love Emma, I think she is a wonderful woman and she deserves to be as drunk as she wishes whenever and for however long she wishes. Though it confused me as to why Victoria would be there with a drunken couple, who if anyone has ever spent any time with them are normally too involved with one another to even realize other people are present and Gary Oldman. Ok, so maybe I was more irritated that Victoria seems to be so reliant to Gary, I’m not sure, I was also in a rush and she simply kept fobbing off my questions preferring to talk to Gary rather than answer my easy to reply to question. Which hotel are the boys at Victoria? She simply had to tell me and I could have managed perfectly well myself in collecting them and taking them myself, indeed it would have in the long run have proved easier if she had simply stayed wherever she was and allowed me to take them without her being present. Though she did eventually tell me which hotel, she also informed me she would be there too. When I arrived at the hotel, I found myself being rather rude to Christian Bale, whom Sadie was attempting to introduce to me, so again I apologize for my behavior, but I was suffering from jet-lag and I just didn’t think to be honest. Plus having been stay with Rose, for the sake of honesty here, I was feeling homesick. Homesick? Yes strange notion isn’t it? I don’t have a home in LA, and I don’t think it is Rose’s house I was missing, but some people, you feel at home with. I keep straying from the point, though what is the point of this post? It’s a long boring rant I would imagine, though yes it’s still not over and done with. Victoria, let me in the room, woke up the boys. I got Romeo dressed and washed, well there isn’t the bond between he and I like there is with Brooklyn. I could tell by the way he was acting he was confused and wondering just why I was there and what I was doing. It hurts that your own child seems a stranger, even if he is not truly much more than a baby, and I do realize some of this is partially my fault. Though I still feel bitter that Victoria never brought him to Madrid, not once, yes we keep going over this and yes people can call me whatever names they wish. I truly don’t care - I had to go to Madrid. As I’ve said before, I am a valuable item that has no true will and gets sold to the highest bidder. Victoria, on the other hand, could have, if she so wished, have joined me - she could have brought my children out there and she could have made an attempt at fitting in. She never did, and now that is part of ancient history, yet it still hurts - it hurt the most when as I left the hotel room, Romeo started crying. Brooklyn was happy and paid no attention to Romeo’s near on hysterical behavior. It was crushing hearing him scream for his mummy, and knowing I was the one taking him away from her. I walked as fast as I could and didn’t turn back. I’m sure his crying must have upset Victoria too, yet this is what break up’s are all about I guess. I never truly imagined the impact on the children and it is and will always be a wound that never heals. I thought at first I’d sign into a hotel, when I returned to LA, but I drifted back to Rose’s, both boys in a better frame of mind and excited. I wasn’t sure how she’d react - I mean let’s face it, first I turn up and decide to stay and look like I’m never intending on leaving, then I arrive once more with both my children? Rose, being Rose, laughed and pointed me in the direction of the spare room. Why is when your feeling lost and you never know what to do, there is always one person you know will? Do those people, those very special people ever realize just how much others feel or think of them, can they look inside the people that think of them most highly, see inside their heads and know without them saying what they truly think and feel? I hope so because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to put it into words. Everybody's looking for that something One thing that makes it all complete You'll find it in the strangest places Places you never knew it could be Some find it in the face of their children Some find it in their lover's eyes Who can deny the joy it brings When you've found that special thing You're flying without wings Some find it sharing every morning Some in their solitary lives You'll find it in the words of others A simple line can make you laugh or cry You'll find it in the deepest friendship The kind you cherish all your life And when you know how much that means You've found that special thing You're flying without wings So, impossible as they may seem You've got to fight for every dream Cos who's to know which one you let go Would have made you complete Well, for me it's waking up beside you To watch the sunrise on your face To know that I can say I love you In any given time or place It's little things that only I know Those are the things that make you mine And it's like flying without wings Cos you're my special thing I'm flying without wings And you're the place my life begins And you'll be where it ends I'm flying without wings And that's the joy you bring I'm flying without wings Westlife ~ Flying Without Wings Justin if you read this, words of wisdom are always appreciated. Only yes I used Westlife lyrics, because ummm none of them are members and they can’t clobber me for royalities? AND yes the lj-cut squad – spam me, yell at me, point out this is a long pointless post that should be cut, go ahead … test me out, toss me out, at the moment I couldn’t give a SHIT.

(9 comments | post comment | disclaimer ) [13 Jul 2004|07:06pm] It's long after time I did another update. Though the fact of the matter is, since I did that last one I don't think anything much has changed, if it has I can't remember. I'm still in LA staying with Rose. I met Vin ... interesting meeting that was to be honest. I need to catch up with Dakota at some point and see how she is for myself. I talked to Vic for ages on Sunday and said I'd said I would go back and take the boys. I will be back, just need to finish off a few things here first, before I do.

(15 comments | post comment | disclaimer ) [01 Jul 2004|02:12pm] [ mood | drunk ] I'm in LA ... andddddddddd I got an angel to sing to me while I was on my way here. I really should not drink, I think I'll give it up for a while and go and use my mouth for more productive and pleasing things. Good to see Rose, not so sure what went on with Emma and Sean as I was rather pre-occupied. Though I found the drinks cabinet, oh what fun to be drunk and without a care in the world .. well for now anyway.

(4 comments | post comment | disclaimer ) [30 Jun 2004|07:05pm] I have been sitting in my hotel room drinking these weird drink things and now it's time for me to say. I love ROSE MCGOWEN, i't's true yes I do. I also LOVEEEEE EMMA CAULFIELD I would snog them both but it would make me look less gay. Oh yes and I love JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE and want to have his babies, now go away and leave me alone. My head hurts.

(1 comment | post comment | disclaimer ) [28 Jun 2004|09:04pm] [ mood | awake ] It’s long after time I did an update, though to be honest, what with single handedly ruining England’s chance at winning the Euro Cup I can’t say I’ve been in much of a mood to do very much. Can’t honestly say I miss Portugal though, I was starting to get tired of being away from England. Missed my children and missed Sasha. Thankfully, though Victoria is letting me see the boys, and Sasha well we shall see. Still really, don’t have much time to do anything, as we’re still all being ‘talked’ to by the management team. I’m glad that Sven, has spoke up and spoken up loudly in my defense, he’s a great person, I’m just sorry that the press and the public are giving him such a bad time at the moment. Obviously, I really don’t have much to say, as the post is proving. My mind is jumbled up with a lot of stuff that simply keeps filtering through it and never stops; none of it makes sense, so there’s probably no point in actually attempting to stop it from flowing and attempting to put it all into neat little parcels of semi thought out ideas and gripes. I came on line to read up on peoples journals, with a firm frown upon my face, read Justin’s post and automatically cheered up. I don’t know some people have that magical touch of knowing just what to write and when, whether they realize what they’re doing or not I don’t know. So basically thumbs up to Justin for making my day less of a pain in the ass. AND I AM THE KING OF GAY CLIQUEY BEHAVIOR. Thank you so much for reminding me. Laughs lightly as he hits update and turns away from the laptop, hearing his name being called.

(4 comments | post comment | disclaimer ) [23 Jun 2004|02:04pm] Having a few odd free minutes, before training is due to start over again. He flicks on the laptop tries to catch up with a few friends posts and realizes if he does, he won’t have time to actually write one. It’s back to secret training today, after being free to do whatever yesterday. It was fun being able to just be me again, I talked to Steve, Dakota’s dad and Gary Neville, his wife and me spent the day basically messing around with Dakota. Never realized how much I miss the boys until I simply can’t do anything with them, then it hits in hard. It’s good that Steve let me take Dakota out, it filled in a gap, she’s a bright little kid and lots of fun. We beat Croatia, thanks mostly to the efforts of Lampard, Rooney and Gerrard. They all played extremely well and we’re due to play the home country tomorrow in Lisbon. Portugal vrs England? Sounds more like what the final should have been really doesn’t it? Oh well … Italy never lost a single match and didn’t make it through to the quarter finals, so I’m guessing we should thank whatever and whomever for our luck at having not being in the same grouping as them. Small update but an update anyway and before I forget … I love you Sasha

(post comment | disclaimer ) Dakota [20 Jun 2004|04:45am] Special Delivery Mail comes for the Guardians of Miss Dakota Fanning. A smart envelope with clear handwriting inside the packaging, a letter though not deeply full of emotion is written bluntly but in a fashion a child can understand. Apologizing for his part in preventing her from attending the Football teams celebration party. The manager Sven then suggests that if she would accept his apologies, he’d be only too happy to have her spend the whole of the day with one of her parents, at his expense with the Team before their match on June 21st.

(11 comments | post comment | disclaimer ) [16 Jun 2004|01:21pm] [ mood | angry ] [ music | coldplay - yellow ] Yesterday I saw both the boys. It lifted my spirits, made me focus on the things other than work, and let's face it, football is my work, made me realize that there are things more important than winning or losing a match. I had a beautiful and sweet song written for me by little Miss Dakota Fanning, if anyone wishes to read it, go back and check out my previous update. Children are what makes this world a good place to live at times. Now moving on to other matters ... Yesterday someone left an anonymous message on my cell phone. Thankfully though I found out who the person was and I really think he needs a reality check. You want to beat me up? Do you know just how difficult that would prove to be for you? Do you realize that I am the property of Real Madrid, that I no matter how much I may enjoy meeting you and kicking your ass, am not permited to act in such a childish and pathetic way? Do you even have any idea of how many people you will have to get past to do such a thing? Do you really think you are up to the task? Do you want to be sued by one of the richest football teams in the world, because no matter how famous you're older brother is and no matter how he may wish to support you. You my friend are nothing when compared to them. I have no idea why a certain someone even gave you my cell number, or why you would in your wildest imagination believe that anything you said would in anyway, worry me.

(28 comments | post comment | disclaimer ) [14 Jun 2004|01:29pm] [ mood | pissed off ] Yes England lost last night. Yes I cried on live television. Yes I'm depressed. Yes I missed a penalty. No the team do not suck. Basically I can't say much publicly but I am majorly pissed off that the management team decided to pull both Michael Owen and Wayne Rooney off in the second half and make us play defence against a team like France. Thank GOD for this journal as I'd not have been able to say that anywhere else.

(32 comments | post comment | disclaimer ) [12 Jun 2004|07:57pm] [ mood | working ] [ music | marilyn manson the nobodies ] Standing in the middle of the football pitch a bottle of water in his hand, chest bared the hot sun pelting down on his head, his eyes narrowed face breaking into one of despair as Gary Neville tumbles over the top of Michael Owen. Who for some reason all be known to himself had stopped dead and bent over to tighten or fasten his bootlaces. Lowering his head slowly, covering his eyes with one hand an obvious curse spilling out his lips though his words are drowned out by a whistle being blown from the sidelines. Finally lifting his head, he poured the water over his head breaking into a run towards his two downed teammates. The training had started well; everyone had been in good spirits but the building heat, for those more used to playing in England rather that for other European teams was starting to show. Tempers were being frayed and mistakes were starting to happen all over the pitch. Sven Gordon Erickson the stoic manager, slowly walked onto the pitch gathering all the team around him his cold almost emotionless voice, talking lightly but with great authority snapping those that had been losing concentration into order and making the others that has started gripping aware that they too were not helping the situation. Training starting up once more, in a much more orderly fashion. This is the day before, the final day to be light hearted so to speak, the last day we as a team can afford to laugh. Tomorrow brings on the first match and it will probably be one of the hardest, France have beaten us many times before. They are one of the best teams in Europe yet we have faith and belief in ourselves and in one another. I’ve not been very active in my own journal as of late, too many things running through my mind and to be honest too busy to merely sit down and think of something meaningful to write. I’ve kept in contact with Sasha through journal entries. Mainly, due to the heavy schedule Sven has had us under, it doesn’t allow much time for chatting on the cell and by the time he’s finished making us all do various amounts of running around, press shoots, we’re all not only me, too tired to do very much other than sleep. I’m sorry to Dakota for not being there to take her out as I’d said, work just came tumbling in on top of me and before I knew it I simply had no time to spare at all. Amy! I am glad you’re having a great time in London and only hope when I have free time we do actually get to meet, make Sasha take lots of pictures of you both. I know this post is lack luster, and really says very little, but I’m too tired to basically think of much to write, and as all of those that know me, know I don’t spell to well as it is. And it’s rapidly getting worse, thank god for Microsoft word?

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(9 comments | post comment | disclaimer ) Sean and Gary [04 Jun 2004|08:27pm] As I am basically bored senseless and stuck sat around doing nothing I couldn't help going to read a few news items and a few other things, on my wanderings I found the article that contains the following:- Unfortunately, it isn't gangbusters on the first, narrative level. Although possibly the best of the books, Prisoner of Azkaban is very much a middle chapter. It loses momentum in the second half, and there's no climactic wand-off with some super-villain. (Voldemort remains off-screen.) Gary Oldman can be a terrific actor, but he's too finicky, cold, and small of spirit for Sirius Black. (Sean Bean would have been a better choice.) And Michael Gambon, replacing the late Richard Harris as the top wizard, Dumbledore, can't resist camping it up. The happy additions are the always enigmatically lewd David Thewlis as a mysterious professor named Lupin (the name hints at his secret) and Emma Thompson as a spaced-out, frizzy-haired divination instructor with glasses that triple the size of her eyeballs. She's proof that even wizards have their New Age pseudoscientists; and she gives Emma Watson's delectable Hermione a chance to show that girls can be more healthily skeptical than boys any day. Just struck me as funny as they are both such good friends. If anyone is interesting in reading the rest of the article it can be found at the following internet address. http://slate.msn.com/id/2101708/#ContinueArticle Sasha, I miss you and love you. Victoria give the boys a all my love, hoping to be in the UK on Sunday. David.

(24 comments | post comment | disclaimer ) [03 Jun 2004|03:30pm] [ mood | bored ] Sitting in the lounge of the huge Villa he’s still renting in Madrid, ice pack fixed firmly around his ankle, bored out of his mind and still if he’s honest with himself very annoyed for being sent off of the friendly match against Japan. Just thought I’d do another update. I injured my ankle once again, which led to me being sent off in the England vrs Japan match, which led to us only drawing against them. I know this doesn’t constitute as a loss yet it still feels like it was. In a way I was expecting the press to lay into me yet again, but it seems this time they really haven’t felt the need to attack me which seems rather odd. Though of course I suppose they’re finding it more interesting to write about the pictures that will be coming out in the American version of Vanity Fair in July of me. Oh, well if it keeps them amused I suppose it makes life easier? I talked to Beverley for a while on the phone yesterday, and of course Sasha. Later in the evening I talked to Giselle, she’s a lovely bright intelligent woman; I hope to get to know her better with time. Seems as though I’ll have plenty of it as I can’t exactly do much other than sit around and natter on the cell for the time being. Talked to the Real Madrid management team and yes they will let me go back to London on Sunday, well all being that the ankle injury is doing well. At times with all the fussing and carrying on, I can understand why the press call professional sports stars pampered. Though to be honest, I don’t think any of us enjoy bowing down to what the various Doctors say and expect us to do. On a lighter note, Sasha and Victoria seem to becoming friends. This will make it a lot easier hopefully in the future for the boys to come to terms with us separating. We’re going to talk, that is Victoria and I about just how to broach the subject on Monday evening. Then hopefully have a less painful way of telling the boys. Giving up on making sense of anything that’s still eating away at him in his head, he posts what he’s written before hoping back over to the couch he seems to have been permanently fixed to for the past few days.

(94 comments | post comment | disclaimer ) [01 Jun 2004|04:57pm] [ mood | crappy ] The last few days had dragged on and on, and it seemed more apparent that he simply wasn’t going to be able to worm his way out of leaving Madrid yet again. It didn’t seem to matter, that the season was all but over, nor any other excuse he dreamed up as to why he should leave and go back to London seemed to be working with the management team. Sitting rather forlornly at the laptop, realizing he hasn’t updated in … well he can’t actually remember the last time he updated. He flicks it on, reads through Sasha’s journal entries, smiles a few, frowns at a few others and finally sets his fingers to the keyboard to attempt to do a brief update. Well it seems some people as ever are trying to cause arguments and fights, when there simply isn’t any need of it. I don’t know why a supposed ‘famous’ actor would wish to go into Sash’s journal and insult me. It’s not exactly very hard for him to leave a comment in mine now is it? The fact that this person also attacked other people verbally whether it was meant as a joke or not simply proves that it doesn’t matter quite how old you are all people are prone to be anal retentive assholes when they think they can hide behind journals and the such. Was someone sulking because not everyone ran out to wish them a happy birthday? I have no idea, I have never met the person, I never wish to meet the person and I shall never meet them. So therefore any insults, innuendos they may toss my way shall simply, as one would do with a child that is having a tantrum, be ignored. Enough time wasted mentioning that I think, been busy can’t seem to sneak off at the moment no matter how hard I try. Sasha I miss you and love you. I’ll call you soon. It seems Victoria has a journal, well at least now hopefully we can discuss matters in a more adult way and hopefully come to some sort of agreement over what is going to be happening in the future. Everyone should get to know her, although she and I no longer are together, she is the mother of my children and was for a good few years my best friend as well as wife. I’m sure if you all talk to her you’ll see what a great person she is too. Seem to be writing and writing but not truly getting to any clear or concise point with this post, probably because I’m trying to evade merely typing … OH GOD I MISS YOU SASHA … Umm … what else, Dakota! Dakota why did you run away? You could have called me on the phone you know and maybe have talked about things, I’m glad you’re home safe and sound though, and hopefully with your big happy smile on your face. Sean, WINNIE THE POOH, umm that’s it from me for the time being. Clueless as to why he wrote any of the above, hits update and lets it join the other posts in his journal, before getting up heading into the kitchen, grabbing his cell to call Sasha.

(20 comments | post comment | disclaimer ) [23 May 2004|12:16am] New tattoo ( tattoos )

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