EUCALYPTUS
So, my hibernation was a success. Sort of. I doubled the pages on one of my novels. That took 2 days. I was so pleased with myself, that I decided to work Friday as well. That's when things went down fast.
Nicole, the love of my life, flesh of my flesh, just...showed up at my door Friday morning at 11:00 a.m. I was in the middle of a real juicy passage about the fading smell of sex and the love of God when she knocked.
I guess you all have heard about it by now, but given my abstinence from media last wednesday and thursday, I had no idea. Seems the movie that my girl has been working on, down in her hometown, has come to a indefinite halt. The media said there were unsolvable script problems and that maybe they were worried about my belle playing a 19 year old. There might have been some personality conflicts between Nic and the director. Nicole might have been a difficult siren.
Well...I'm here to set the record straight. Nicole had nothing to do with it.
Arriving at my door, fresh from a red eye, she was in tears. Poor thing. Seems a Mr. Crowe, (also attatched to this picture, also an aquaintance of Nic's from down under, also a real asshole) is the one who is screwing this all up for her and everyone else. Taking a helicoptor ride the 10 miles from his beach house to the set everyday? Come on! Nicole said that he wanted to completely change everything already in place. He wanted to have the script bulked up to have him look better. He even tried to put the moves on Nicole when she was just trying to run the lines with him. Russell Crowe, you are destined to be the recipient of my fury.
Needless to say, the black mascara running down her pretty eyes kept me distracted. I never returned to my work on Friday.
Nicole has some advanced press to do for Bewitched this week, so maybe the whole hibernation project will be started all over again. Anything to take my mind off what I really want to do to that perverted arrogant Gladiator. Beautiful Mind, my ass! And Nicole, if you get a chance to read this today...Not only would I memorize all the species of Eucalyptus for you...I would start new ones from the strands of your beautiful hair.
Nicole, the love of my life, flesh of my flesh, just...showed up at my door Friday morning at 11:00 a.m. I was in the middle of a real juicy passage about the fading smell of sex and the love of God when she knocked.
I guess you all have heard about it by now, but given my abstinence from media last wednesday and thursday, I had no idea. Seems the movie that my girl has been working on, down in her hometown, has come to a indefinite halt. The media said there were unsolvable script problems and that maybe they were worried about my belle playing a 19 year old. There might have been some personality conflicts between Nic and the director. Nicole might have been a difficult siren.
Well...I'm here to set the record straight. Nicole had nothing to do with it.
Arriving at my door, fresh from a red eye, she was in tears. Poor thing. Seems a Mr. Crowe, (also attatched to this picture, also an aquaintance of Nic's from down under, also a real asshole) is the one who is screwing this all up for her and everyone else. Taking a helicoptor ride the 10 miles from his beach house to the set everyday? Come on! Nicole said that he wanted to completely change everything already in place. He wanted to have the script bulked up to have him look better. He even tried to put the moves on Nicole when she was just trying to run the lines with him. Russell Crowe, you are destined to be the recipient of my fury.
Needless to say, the black mascara running down her pretty eyes kept me distracted. I never returned to my work on Friday.
Nicole has some advanced press to do for Bewitched this week, so maybe the whole hibernation project will be started all over again. Anything to take my mind off what I really want to do to that perverted arrogant Gladiator. Beautiful Mind, my ass! And Nicole, if you get a chance to read this today...Not only would I memorize all the species of Eucalyptus for you...I would start new ones from the strands of your beautiful hair.
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