07 ¬ she's coming up from behind . .
::hazel-eyed hues intertwined with a deep lake green narrowed instantly against the 'update journal' page while dark lash flickered over gaze too, serving as a weak veil of sorts. unlike others he'd been working hard the past few weeks as an actor and a father. of course his role as a father always came first. nonetheless the tired and lazy positioned figure lent back into his leathered chair's confines while staring onward towards the computer screen without a thought in mind. regardless large hands placed over the keyboard in attempts to come up with something.::
. . well, well. i apologize for the lack of substance in this journal of mine, but i've had other responsibilities and whatnot. i'm sure you understand. i guess you're all wanting to know what's been taking place in the life of i, ryan phillippe. well you can take it easy because there's nothing that needs to be said excluding the well being of my wife and children. i've been focusing as much as possible on what they need and with work too. it's been a stressful past few weeks, but worth it. by the way i have a new aol instant messenger name. you can contact me @ cruei boy. i had a few problems with the other one and "cruel intentions" was airing on television so that's where i got the idea for that.
i don't know what else to say, but i hope to speak with you all in the future.
::the heavy shrug of those narrowed shoulders layered beneath the cottoned material while canting his head to the right, a guide with gaze as well before continuing with the 'update' of his journal.::