|Current mood:||content & tired.|
01 ¬ Sometimes I hate you but I'm whipped.
Same man. Different journal. Simple right? Good. Let's see . . I had a pretty good day. I ran into some interesting people, but I think that's normal. Especially when in a foreign country even though I've become familiar with my surroundings and the ``customs`` here in London. I like it a lot. Surprisingly even better than Los Angeles. I don't know. I guess the humid air and polluted fog . . just isn't all that appealing anymore. Go figure. I don't know what Reese would think about moving out here. I have a feeling she wouldn't be game. Even if I were to . . be interested moving it wouldn't be NOW. There are other things that are more important like her condition and our children. I'm a father, husband, and actor. In that order. Always. I have had a few . . times in my life where I didn't know what my order was but I'm thankful I got my act together. It could have caused problems . . well . . permanent ones.
Guess what celebrity folk. Ahh . . you'll never guess. Are you getting excited? I spilled my Starbucks-like coffee on my shirt today too. I think it's become a morning ritual and I NEED to break it. I bet you're . . excited, huh. Yeaaaaaaahh.
Besides working on my current project and trying to be the best I can for my family there's nothing else to journal about. I really need to speak with you people. But please don't comment in my journal . . hitting on Tobey. I don't think I can handle it. ::Peached lips curled upward forming a slight smirk of sorts as the brief sketch of amusement tackled those . . lightly tanned features.::
IM me and if you haven't? What's the hold up? >> his intentions . .