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All I have to say is that I didn't have to let the dogs out, even for that little bitch Casey. And Jen has some pretty insane friends. That's all you get for now. Hey, it's better than a quiz.
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And you all better not destroy my house or I'll sic the dogs on you
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I've been drawn out of hiatus, and this time it's not to fight with Depp.
I'm sitting here smoking a cigarette blasting some music. Jen's visiting and I think I'm going to take her out and show her the town, as much as I'd love to stay in and get foot massages, I've got to treat her right once in a while. That girl fucking lights up my world. that's it for now, but I'm back and I'll keep you posted.
By the way have you noticed my wife has perfect taste in music?
[I'm aware there's a new brad but I heard he's pretty much an idiot so I'm sticking around]
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[02 Dec 2001|03:03am] |
My heart full, practically overflowing. All the evil and strife and bitterness around, the accumulated carapace of years of living can't constrict it. It wants to spill, not into a void, it's not lost, it's actually only been found.
I look around, and I can laugh at the greyness, I'm stronger than the dark. I can pity those who don't have what I have, where usually I'd have envied them for not feeling what I do. I want to be strong, too, I want to be strong for you, I want to be everything you could want or need.
Hold my hand, let's walk this world. Stumbling through pools of murk, twisted roots grabbing our ankles, we can laugh it all away.
I apologize to anyone I have intruded on or offended while here, it was not my intention. I have a horrible temper, and I look out for the people I love. I don't want this to reflect upon my wife, and I hope you all understand that she is ten times the person that I am. I am willing to talk anything out.
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[05 Nov 2001|08:26pm] |
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Sometimes there are just not words that can express what you feel. So I'll just say, I am married to the most magnificent woman in the world. That is all.
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It looks as though Jen's coming home tomorrow, which is pretty exciting to me. I haven't seen her in awhile and it will be great just to have her around again. i am ten times better when she is with me, and i've been missing her alot. Otherwise, everything is pretty decent. I have a few days off before i have to start promotion, and they will hopefully be spent here at home. I'm off to get some coffee and clean up the house for jen's arrival, so i'll talk to you all later.
brad
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Thanks to everyone who welcomed me. Got AIM, the name is Bradlpitt.
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It's good to be here. Things are a little hectic right now, it's nice to have a place to sit back and express myself. I had no idea that there were so many friends here, and it looks like Jen has got herself one too. Right now i don't know where i stand with her, but I do love Jennifer with all my heart. Things are going good, I'm getting used to life as a family man. Never in a million years did I dream I'd settle down like this, but it's been the best, most comforting time of my life. There is no better feeling in the world to come home to the most beautiful woman in the world and have a place you know is your own. I suppose I'll end on a poetic note:
my father, he told me the story
and it was true
for his time
but now the story's different
maybe i should tell him mine
brad
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