Um... guys?

What the hell is going on?

I'm leaving my cell on tonight. Someone fill me in.

*grabs his laptop in a quick break between rehearsals, realising he's being completely lame about updating this thing ( Read more... )

Jesus. It's been a while.

I'm in NYC right now... I flew out here yesterday. I'm already exhausted. I have no idea how I'm going to make it through the next couple months.

*puts on his brave face*

*grins*

Ugh, who am I kidding.

ApologyI, Elijah J. Wood, do hereby apologise for trying to spread a rumor that Billy and Orlando have a stash of Dom!pr0n under their bed. This was a lie. It was indeed incredibly rude of me to fabricate such nonsense and for this I am deeply sorry ( Read more... )

Hummmmmm.

I didn't realise how exhausting trying to put on a brave face actually is.

And will someone please make this headache go away. Thanks.

( *glee* )

I'm updating from Dom's place. He's letting me stay until I get myself sorted out. I don't think he's quite aware of what he's let himself in for. *grin ( Read more... )

*stands in the doorway of the kitchen, winces at the watery mess on the floor from the fridge. He turns towards the lounge, wrinkles his nose at the smell... tries to block out the vague memories of what happened the last time he was in here. Ever-so shakily he walks over to the phone, picks it up and toys with it, trying to decide who to call to ( Read more... )

First up, Randy Timberlake. You are a cunt and have no more right to live on God's clean earth than a fucking weasel. If I EVER get my hands on you I WILL fucking kill you ( Read more... )

Hey ( Read more... )