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Threading scene [27 Nov 2011|03:33pm] It was a cool day and quiet as he reflected on the past 24 hours. He couldn't exactly pinpoint when and where it was that he even started having these feelings for her, but it was obvious when he was around her. He had a very uncanny ability to hid most of his emotions when it came to her in interviews and TV show, but he couldn't when it was just her. His fingers slid through his still slightly damp hair and he thought for a moment hoping that he had remembered his deodorant something that he never forgot, but given how nervous he was he wasn't exactly sure so he nonchalantly sniffed. Great he thought to himself, that's the last thing she needs to open the door to is him sniffing his pits. Content that he had put his deodorant on he put his hands down at his side until nervousness got the best of him and he started biting at his nails. It was a bad habit that he had when he was nervous along with bouncing his knees, but he forced himself to stop and waited started to get a bit impatient. Taylor couldn't understand why his heart felt like it was beating out of his chest and the palms of his hands were sweaty, but they were. Shoving them in his pockets he took a deep breath and rocked on the balls of his feet when he heard a light bark. Taylor smiled knowing that she was probably not far behind Enzo who was waiting to see who was exactly on the other side of the door. Taking another deep breath to try to calm his own nerves down. It still wasn't working. She caught him running his fingers through his hair and he stopped what he was doing and looked up at her with a smile. "Hey," he looked her over and chuckled softly when Enzo came between the two of them. He adored that dog just as much as he adored Nikki and the feeling was mutual of course. When her eyes met his again he smiled even wider and took his hands out of his pockets. He meant it when he said he was going to hug her and never let go, but he figured he'd wait until they were both inside and there was no jumping dog trying to get in between the two of them. Standing on the welcome mat he ran his shoes over it trying to not get her house dirty before he stepped inside the house and shut the door for her. Anytime that she looked at him the fluttering in his stomach just intensified and he took another deep breath in as if it would stop it. She had some kind of affect on him that he could not describe or even understand. Biting on his bottom lip for a moment he looked around the house as if he had never seen it before his attention was back on her and Enzo. "Not right now, but thank you" he tilted his head just a little with a smile, debating for a moment between giving the dog attention of hugging Nikki. It was obvious which one out when he stepped closer to her his arms sliding around her pulling her close to him for a hug. It was almost as if he hadn't seen her in months and it seemed that long. He pressed his lips to her cheek and smiled at the closeness. Now that he had some free time he planned on spending as much time with Nikki as possible. It was different than spending time with Kristen, Rob or the rest mainly because of the different feelings that he had towards her. "I ate again before I came and I still feel like I'm overstuffed," he continued whispering in her ear as he tightened his arms around her a little more. "It's so good to see you, Nik." He pulled back a little to look at her face. His eyes quickly averted to the dog who was waiting impatiently for his own moment. Taylor pressed a kiss to Nikki's forehead softly before letting her go to kneel down and pat his thighs letting the dog know that it was okay to attack him. He had missed Enzo and apparently Enzo missed him as well, the dog jumping up and licking at his face. He wrapped his arms around the dog and laughed a little, glancing up at Nikki. Once he had finished paying attention to the dog he stood up and smirked over at Nikki. "I got doggy kisses. You want one," he asked and playfully pursed his lips as he walked towards her. He wasn't really sure what she would do, but still it would be funny to see her reaction. In his pocket was the Christmas CD that he had promised Nikki, knowing her love of the Biebs. He couldn't say that he hated or liked him and even listened to him even if it was Maks doing. She was in love with the guy. Maybe he could take them both to a concert sometime. Getting into his pocket he pulled out a wrapped gift for Nikki and smiled just a little, holding it up so that she could see it. COMMENT

Update [24 Nov 2011|10:23pm] So, I've been sitting here on my free time, for a couple hours at least, trying to figure out what to tell you good folks, contemplating on what to write. I wanted to start this out with my full name, birth date, and where I was born.. only to think it would be starting out so boring that none of you would read it all the way through. It's not that this is to terrible tough its more of where should I start. As a child I spent the majority of my time watching musicals that I loved. Through it was probably around 6 that I had my first thoughts of being a performer. We had watched a performance of Oklahoma, I noticed how much fun the leading girl was having and right then and there, I decided that was what I wanted to do with my life. Thank God my parents allowed me to pursue my passions. They enrolled me in several theater camps which only solidified my desire to perform. I started singing at sporting events which landed me the nickname, "The national Anthem girl." After one of my performances, two men approached me interested in recording some songs. Little did I know that that demo would land me a record deal, before I knew it I was in the studio recording my first album. I had noo clue that it would leave me where I was going. I was just glad to have the opportunity to sing. Being so young and having fame pushed on me. I managed to keel a level head and keep my family and friend very close to me. My first two albums , So Real and Be with you went platinum, this success allowed me the opportunity to tour with such popular acts as The Backstreet Boys and N'SYNC. My music career flourished that was until I wanted to break away from the commercial bubble gum pop image. For the third studio album I really wanted to break away from the bubblegum pop image that I had acquired and show depth and talent as a recording artist. The self-titled album that emerged from this decision proved to be a poignant, lyrically inspiring collection of songs that wowed music lovers and critics too. However, the album was not as commercially successful as my previous and in spite of the critical acclaim and fan admiration, many saw the album as unsuccessful compared to that of my pop-counterparts..I don't know, I hate to come across as bragging or anything like that. You've probably heard more from the movies that I have starred in rather than my music career. I started out doing small parts in films such as, Dr. Doolittle 2 and The Princess Diaries. It wasn't till I was offered a role in the film adaption of Nicholas Sparks' best-selling novel A Walk To Remember that audiences began to take notice of my acting skills. I've shown diversity by taking on parts in films like How To Deal, where I played a young woman with a horrible outlook on love, as well as Saved!, playing an over-religious goody two shoes who is hell-bent on "saving" all my friends from sinful temptations. I'm a spiritual person and a religious person. But for me, it's all a personal thing. I'm not someone who'll say, 'This is what I believe, and you should too!' It's more of an internal, quiet, grounded, fulfilling thing for me. That's why I love doing Saved! so much. It shows the over zealous, crazy side of Christianity. It's not about forcing it onto someone, they see it in your actions and on your face. I know that its not very politically correct to talk about religion, but I'll be a little politically incorrect for a moment. I want to learn about a different religion. I grew up Catholic, but my grandfather was Jewish. Knowledge about other religions can help you understand your own better. I think it's kind of hypocritical to believe one thing and don't know about any others. A friend once told me it made her sad to think that if we were to pass away, I would go to heaven but our Jewish friend wouldn't because she doesn't believe in Jesus. That totally sent me over the edge! I'm happy with what I believe, but I'm open to the fact that there are people with different faiths, and they might be as passionate about theirs as I am about mine. Wow, I got a little off the subject there, the other day I finished the new Richard Kelly film, the man who did the Donnie Darko film. Brilliant film, wouldn't you say? Anyways the film was called Southland Tales, just finished it out here in LA. I'm finishing up the new album which I couldn't be happier about. Just finished the movie Dedication, Because I said so and in the middle of filming License to Wed and getting ready to start filming two movies, Safety Glass and Twist of fate. Damn that was a mouthful. So the rumor mill is really turning on me lately. Im seriously overwhelmed by the rumors that have been going around. I seriously would like to know where they've gotten started or who their 'reliable' source is. I was just made aware of a rumor that has been going around that I'm in rehab...nice one guys! Sitting here in a Coffee Bean which is quite a distance from the supposed Connecticut rehab center that I have checked myself into. I'm literally saddened that people would stretch as far as they have to make such rumors which at the end of the day is downright hurtful. If I have an addiction to anything it would be the Coffee Beans English Breakfast Latte, if thats bad then sign me up! COMMENT

PB ~ Charlie Weasley [24 Nov 2011|10:22pm] I'm coming back home. I received and urgent message from mum telling me that I was needed there. So I should be there in a few days at the least. I'd been hearing all of these horrible things that have gone on and I was on my way before she even said anything. Besides no way was I going to let the twins, Ron, and Bill get all the glory so to say. Well we can't forget our little Ginny though I seriously doubt that she's very little anymore. She's what in her 6th year now....bloody hell how the time flies. This is Ron's last year though I'm sure that he's not at Hogwarts with Snape taking over. Anyway, seems that all I've heard over the past couple of weeks is nothing but bad news. What I wouldn't give for just a few words of something good going on. Even more than that I can't wait to get some of mums home cooked meals. I've been traveling a couple days and got into a little scuffle a few days ago so don't be alarmed if I have a shiner when I arrive. If you think that I look bad you should see the other bloke. Got a pretty fair amount of hits in actually. Made me feel more like a man to actually fight fist to fist instead of wand to wand. Merlin, did I just say that? Of course it was over something completely rubbish. What are most bar fights over? Birds right? Of course well I hadn't done or said anything to any woman. Just enjoying my Lager when some bloke came up and tapped me on the shoulder. Before I could even stand up he'd hit me hard. I guess the Irish in me wouldn't let that happen and I gave him what for. Turns out I was the wrong guy. Now how many men around here look like me? I'm one of a kind, actually. Completely the opposite of what I was talking about earlier, but I thought that you all needed a bit of comedic relief, eh? There's one thing that's eating at me though. I have this sickening feeling in my stomach. I hate it but it usually means that something is wrong within the Weasley clan itself. It's another reason that I've been planning on making a trip back home. Bloody hell, I worry about them all and now the threat of having our family dragged off to Azkaban is a little unsettling. I'd rather be there with them than far away and hearing they were dragged off. I can't seem to shake this damned feeling though and it's been driving me mad. I know that I'm right that somethings going on, but I've not been in touch with anyone from the family. So, yet another reason why I'm coming back along with the words that I can't seem to shake that mum sent. "The war to come..." If it means ridding the Wizarding world of whats his name then I'm all for it. When do we start? I've got another mark to go along with the other on my hand. Norbert damn near took my hand off...rightly enough my arm. What use would I have been then? Anyways, it was murder for awhile. The burns were deep and they did hurt though I can't feel much on my arms and hands. Could have been worse I guess. I could have been that poor fellow that cut off his hand for whats his name. Though I wouldn't cut off my hand to save anyone. I would need that thing at some point, don'tcha think? So I have yet another scar to add to my collection. Not that you can see it, its pretty much blended with the others. That's the hazards with a job like mine, lets hope that one day when I do find a woman that she finds them just as endearing as my face. Bloody fucking hell, I just thought that the only thing that I'm going to hate about this trip home. Mum has never let me forget that Bills already married and I should follow in his footsteps. I'd say that when I'll get settled down when I bloody well please. So, I'm halfway home or well to Aunt Muriels and I'm not too keen on staying there. Maybe I'll stay with Bill and Fleur but then again, Fleur is a bloody nuisance as well. Don't want to be around Phlegm...as Fred and George call her for to long or I'll have some kind of damn heart failure. Mum hopes were dashed when Bill and Fleur got hitched. She wanted Tonks and him to day...I believe that it was that. I don't know but anyways, she along with the rest of the family, exluding Bill can't stand her. I've been hearing that Ron as been seeing Hermione as of late. It's about damn time, little brother. We all knew that she was struck with him and he liked her as well, they we're both just too bloody ignorant to see. But when aren't young kids. Its obvious from the last trip in that Ginny's got it bad for that Harry Potter. Rightly so, he's a good lookin bloke not that I'm funny or anything. I better end this before I start mumbling on about this and that. COMMENT

PB Narrative [24 Nov 2011|10:19pm] The war is finally over and Ron, Harry and I all survived. Barely but we made it out alive. We've all been through so much the past year that it's a wonder that we didn't die or devise a plan to knock each other off. Being stuck in a tent, a rather large tent, but tent none the less was as unpleasant experience. Ron was hurt, we had the horocrux's to worry about and hadn't eaten in days or even longer; I've already forgotten about most of it. No matter, the months ahead are going to be even more tough. I'd decided to not take the charm off my parents, it was a tough decision but as I watched them go on with their lives, happily. I couldn't bare to make them come back to the endings of war and destruction. So many died in this war, so many that were close to all of us. Mad-Eye Moody, Fred, Lupin, Tonks, Dobby and even though it doesn't seem like a lot to most Hedwig. These people not only meant so much to Harry, but meant that much or even more to Ron and I. May Georges ear rest in piece, poor fellow. Not only did he loose his twin, something that I'm sure that he'll never get over, but he lost his ear as well. How could I forget the most important and most courageous man of all, Professor Severus Snape. Many didn't know and probably still don't know the pain and suffering this man went through to keep Harry safe. Imagine the person that you've loved your entire life almost and the person that hated you, tortured you and gave you hell all in one. It has to be tormenting thing in the least. No matter how much Harry looked like his father or acted like him, Snape loved him anyway and eventually gave his life for him. Harry made sure that we knew that much about it though I'm sure there's much much more to the story. As of late we've been trying to catch up in school, of course I'm ahead of the boys and we've been working so hard to get it done and over with so that we can be out of school. A part of me doesn't want to leave though, I want to come back and teach at sometime or another. It's taken me a moment to look back at all the times that us as the Golden Trio have had. From that first meeting on the Hogwarts Express when Ron was trying to show off his magical ability till the funeral that was held for Dumbledore. I still get misty eyed thinking about it but it makes so much more sense how it all came about. He will be greately missed in so many ways, as a mentor, professor and a friend. I'm finding it hard to sit here and talk about it without feeling my heart break all over again. They always said that I was one of the brightest witches of my day and yet I still don't think that I have even half of the wisdom and intelligence that man had. I know he lived a full life and was on the verge of death anyways, but I can't help but think there was so much more that he could have taught us. The school is being rebuilt slowly but surely and with the Wizarding world working together it will be much easier. The ministry is already up and running again with Kingsley as our Minister of Magic. Things are looking brighter as the days move along. As our friends and family bury their dead and try to lead as normal of a life as possible, it gets easier to move on in life. A life that there for awhile we thought would never be possible. I'm working towards an internship in the Ministry in the Department of Regulations and Control of Magical Creatures. Also I want to eradicate the pro pure blood laws and of course I still would like to make things easier on magical creatures especially improving the lives of house elves and their ilk. Despite my ambitions things seem to be looking brighter, with the threat of Voldemort gone and his death eater under tight lock and key, the sun seems to shine brighter on all Britian, the muggle world and magical world alike. People are actually smiling and happy again and freedom looks a lot more workable. The first years are piling into the Alley now to buy their supplies for the new school year and I'm sitting here waiting on The Weasley's and Harry to show. So fitting isn't it? I would be the first one here were as Harry and Ron would be late as always. Oh Well, I should expect anything more or anything less from either of them. The tea is absolutely brilliant today and the sun is shining for the first time in weeks, maybe even months it seems. Maybe I'll drag the boys along to look for the ice cream shop and treat them both to some butterbeer. Merlin here they come, better end this now before they all start nagging. With all my love, Hermione COMMENT

AIM SCENE [02 Feb 2011|02:26pm] Me:Cooper had been refusing an already drunk any more drinks for the night and arguing back and forth with him for at least 20 minutes while he was serving other customers. It was a busy night and the customers were rude tonight and they were getting on his last nerve, but the tips were good and any bartender knew that it was how they make their living. So he pretended to listen, smiled and kept pouring the drinks as long as they could sit on the bar stool. He was pretty good at his job for the most part and even had the regulars names memorized along with their drinks. Still there was the few that would wonder in from another bar and be sloshed to no end and rude as hell which had him in a bad mood. He smirked when Jessica walked in the door and over this his bar, squeezing her way through some of the crowd. While he was working watched her giving her a grin when she mentioned taking him home tonight. "Well I don't know..." he said passing a beer to one of the customers. "I think my girlfriend would kick my ass if I went home with another girl." He leaned over the bar, looking at her while the crowd had thinned out and no one was whistling [which he hated] or banging on the bar for his attention [which he hated even more.] "Tell her she can come along. I could go with a little threesome tonight." The people around her, more so the man directly besides her, gave her a look and Cooper a less then innocent smirk. "It's busy in here. I thought that maybe I'd be lucky and I could steal you away for the evening or something." She didn't mind spending time at the bar while he worked. There was something amusing about people watching that made her time there that much more amusing. That or watching him bar tend. Until chicks tried to flirt with him. She didn't like that, not at all and was known to tell said females to back off so she'd break their legs. Oh, good times. "Make me something fruity so I can have something to sip on while I enjoy the view. You know what I like." Fishing out the cash she kept in her back pocket she laid out a twenty on the bar knowing damn well the drink was not going to come close to that. Tipping your boyfriend wasn't weird, right? Maybe he'd buy her something pretty sometime soon. "Tomorrow I'm going to an open mic, wanna come with? It's closer to your place so I'll be crashing there with or without you." Me:He just grinned at her until he was whistled at for a drink and rolled his eyes before turning around and asking the guy what he wanted. With a smile on his face he made the drink and took the money before turning back to her. "It's Friday and for some odd reason everyone's been asking when I work so they don't come around till I'm working." He gave her a cocky look before some chick demanded his attention by beating on the bar. "Be right with you," he said before turning back to her. "Something fruity..." he made a face at her before he started the drink. It was a bar tending rule to wait on the customers immediately, but there was an unspoken rule too. Often times the rude customers got waited on last and this was no exception. It took him a few minutes to make her a Singapore sling and handed it to her before taking the 20. "You know you don't have to do that right?" He waited on the rude girl listening to what Jessica had to say. "If you're crashing there there's no way in hell I'm not gonna be there. As for open mic I'm game." He glanced at the clock and then at the door waiting for the other guy to come in so he could leave. "Jamie is supposed to be here in about 10 minutes so I can leave then unless she doesn't show." He was getting tired and had been on his feet since he got there earlier in the day. Jessica shot the chick who was beating on the bar a challenging glance before she turned her attention to her drink, taking a sip of it then licking her lips. "I know I don't gotta do it but I like doing it." It wasn't like she was rolling in the cash herself but giving him extra when it came to a tip just seemed like the right thing to do. Besides, it wasn't like she didn't eat his food when she was over at his place. She didn't use his tooth paste when she brushed her teeth in the morning. She liked to make sure he was giving back instead of taking all the time. "What, don't trust me or you want a little one on one alone time with me?" Of course she knew the answer but it was fun to pick on him. "I'm thinking about singing The Kill by 30 Seconds To Mars. Been singing that a lot lately." And it sounded amazing the way she sang it. Jared Leto had nothin' on her. Her own gaze went to the door as Cooper spoke about his replacement showing up. "Gonna go back to your place and we can order take out? I'm feeling Mexican." Not like she didn't eat enough of it as it was. She fucking loved Mexican food. "I'll give you a back rub, because I'm the best girlfriend on the face of the planet." And she wanted to get laid. Hopefully that wasn't obvious. Me:Coopers job was to take care of the customers and make them happy, but the boss himself has thrown down a few words and even a fist or two when someone got mouthy or unruly giving the bartenders permission to do the same. Most of the time Cooper took it all with a grain of salt which wasn't so easy having a temper like his. It didn't matter though because drunk idiots with their drunk girlfriends always came into the bar and there were plenty of times that their girlfriends hit on him pissing the boyfriends off. He was often times a walking target. It was a good thing he was in karate. Still working at a bar like this one the boy has paid an entire months rent with just a few hours 'work'. Still the rude customers just kept on pouring in so he poured himself a couple shots of jack just to take the edge off. "Shit you sound good singing anything so I say go for it. I'll be right there." He finished up serving the customers and cleaning down the bar when his replacement finally showed up. "Mexican sounds good, but a back rub sounds even better." He smirked, knowing her like the back of his hand he didn't say much else on the back rubbing comment. Hot damn, it was time to go. She found it hard to control herself, feeling a bit like a puppy getting to see it's master for the first time after a long day locked up in a kennel. More then anything she knew he would be happy to get the fuck out of the bar because no matter how much you enjoy your job there comes a time where you just want to leave. Many a time had Jessica day dreamed about telling her boss he could shove a steak knife up his ass before throwing a slice of apple pie at him. Or, even better, punching that bastard who pinched her ass whenever she was waiting tables. No one put their hands on her and she had to keep reminding herself that she needed to keep herself under control or she'd be without a job. Leaving for punching out a customer? Not so good for finding another job. "I'll make you feel like a million bucks!" While they had the moments where they were at each others throats they also had more then their share of good days and today just felt like a good day. It was nice out and they would be eating delicious foods. What more could one want? Giving Jamie a small smile Jessica finished off what was left in her glass before putting it down with a slight hiccup from drinking it too fast. Boy sure knew how to make a drink, alright. "You go and do what you need to do, I'll be sitting right here lookin' damn pretty." COMMENT

THREAD [02 Feb 2011|02:25pm] Nesa had a very busy day. She was finally starting to get into a rhythm with work. She'd finished her residency and extended interventional fellowship in Radiology. After a very long day at work she was debating on going home and cooking or just going out to eat. It didn't really matter to her where. All she knew was that she wanted something greasy and not very good for her. Sometimes she wondered how she kept her figure so nice when she ate so horribly sometimes. She pulled her hair out of the messy bun as she made her way back to the lockers to grab her stuff, change and leave. She was too tired to stand and cook something tonight, going out to eat was the only thing that she could do. At least she'd get to sit down for once today. She ran her fingers through her hair, ruffling it a little to get rid of the ponytail bump and sighed a sigh of relief. She grabbed a hold of the hem of her scrubs and pulled them over her head. At least she hadn't worn a sports bra tonight. Not that anyone would be able to see her black lacey ones. She hadn't dated in at least 3 years. Her last relationship hadn't been the quiet peaceful break up that she had hoped for. It ended badly. With another sigh she had pulled her form fitting jersey dress over her head and tugged and pulled until it actually hugged her curves. After kicking her pants off she stretched and yawned before she slipped her ballet flats on as well. There was no way she was wearing high heels after a long day of being constantly on her feet. She ruffled her hair again and grabbed her purse and phone along with her overnight bag that had the rest of her things in it. After a long elevator ride and a few good nights she was on her way out of the front door and to her car. It took her a moment to dig through her purse and find her keys, but she did and unlocked the door before slipping into the car. It was a warm night, but then again it was always warm in Texas or at least it was most of the time. Now she was wondering where to go to eat. In and out burgers, Tony Romo's smiling when she thought of the onion loaf at Tony's. "So Tony's it is," she said to herself as she took the exit that would lead to the best place on earth to eat. Once she had finally gotten there and stepped into the front door she was told she'd have to wait. Fiddling with her phone she heard as a few couples had gone before her and continued to keep herself busy until she saw someone out of the corner of her eye. Tossing the phone into the purse she looked at the woman standing beside her. It took her a moment to even recognize her, but her eyes widened a little and she smiled. Nesa had always known she was different. From a very early age even. First it was bisexual, but after the last breakup she'd given up on men completely. June was someone that she had a crush on from the moment that she had met her. She just never asked or tried to figure out if she was bisexual or gay herself. But there she was; standing beside Nesa and Nesa's smile widened. "JUNE!" she said in an excited voice. "Is that you?!" She turned to look at her, brushing some hair back behind her ear as she looked her over. "I never thought that I would ever see you again. How have you been?" She hadn't even noticed that she was pregnant. COMMENT

UPDATE # 4 [02 Feb 2011|02:22pm] Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away. Its friendship set on fire. Where love is, no room is too small. Love literally is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence. It's what's started and ended wars, brought races together and torn them apart. It's what feeds the hungry and quite literally it's not what makes the world go around, but it definitely makes the ride worth while. Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more. I am sure we have all heard... There are many fish in the sea... but how many of those fish are actually worth the worm on your hook? Not many in my opinion, not that there's been too many women in my life. There's seriously only one woman that's worth as much trouble as I've been through to be with and I have her. She's my best friend and my lover. She's someone that I would never give up for anything in this world, not for anything. I've found my soul mate and as much as she hates it, I'm going to spend a little time gushing about her. Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? I say fall head over heels. Find someone you love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. So, find someone who you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. You have to try, because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived. Sitting on the porch together...not worried about the bell. We're looking in each others eyes... I'm no longer scared as hell. This night will be a memory... One that's sure to keep. I didn't want to wake you... I thought you were Sound asleep. Love is a sigh of contentment. Love is living spontaneously, not according to a life plan. Love is a wall that surrounds you, not divides you. Love is faithful to the end. Love is cutting loose and letting go. Love is all about communication. Love is a want and need brought together. Love is sometimes singing the blues. Love is counting your blessings. Love is your bedtime prayer. Love is thinking of the life you might have had together. It's so many things to so many people. As corny as cliché as it seems, you can't put a price on it. To me love is like quicksilver in the hand. Most of what I write these days seems to be about love. It's what makes us get up every morning and go to bed every night. It's what makes us wrestlers do what we do. It's usually not about the money, with some I'm sure , but for the rest it's our passion. If I didn't love it I definitely wouldn't have sacrificed my own body for the scream of a fan or standing ovation. Seems a lot of people are writing about passion and rightly so. I guess its true that one word frees us of all the weight and pain in life and that word is Love. It did me and I'm sure that it did the same for him. We've always tried to keep to ourselves and I guess that's kind of what's saved us from some major heartache and problems. Yeah, we've watched our friend fight and break up or come close to it and yes we've worried about them but we let them take care of it and we take care of ourselves. I couldn't image not having Ashley in my life right now. Not having someone to come home to and complain about my day or just cuddle up to. I'd take a simple look and I love you over traveling and work any day. I guess what they say is true.... A simple I love you means more than money.... COMMENT

UPDATE # 3 [02 Feb 2011|02:18pm] I find it hard to sit here and write, mainly because I don't sit down that much and even if I do I don't sit long. It's a blessing in disguise to be on Smackdown right now. Ash and I are going through a tough time right now and it's not going to be easy in the months to come. I've made it a point to be there for her and her family as much as I can which is why right now...you're going to be seeing me randomly and mostly at taping's. For once in my life I'm taking some responsibility for someone other than myself and it's a good feeling. After a very long talk last night and after some very big debates and some crying Ashley decided to bow out of the WWE for awhile. Any devoted fan would know by now, but I choose not to delve too much into it. I can't because it's not my place to and I know that she's been working out a way of telling you all, but as I said before it's a very difficult time for her and I. I can't say that work has been any better lately, there's a lot of heat about the way things were "shook up" some wrestlers are complaining about where they are or that they're not getting used enough. It's disheartening, but I try not to let it get to me. Ungratefulness is something that Matt nor I have ever been. I guess it was our upraising, but still it's just not something that I want to have in my life. Not only that but negativity...I try to stay away from it. Even right now I can't deal with it so if you don't have anything that's not negative it's best that you don't say anything at all to me. If it sounds mean or hateful, I guess it is because I live off positivity. I suppose it's mainly because if I didn't drugs would become a huge issue again. On to the mushy side. You don't like it look away. I have never in my life met someone more beautiful, enjoyable, loving, and comforting as you. Since the very first day that you smiled at me I knew there was something very special about you. I had no idea then that I would fall in love, but now that I have, I am so grateful. I am grateful for us to have wandered into one another world so softly and unexpectedly. Nature took its course on our hearts and joined them in a way never imaginable.I want you to know, that from the very depths of my heart, I love you. And I love everything that creates you, from your hair - that I wish I could play in more often... to your forehead - that I wish I could kiss more as you sleep; from your eyes - that sparkle when you smile (just for me)... to your nose - that I wish I could give more Eskimo kisses; from your lips - that I just know were made perfectly to fit against mine... to your chin - that I would love to place my finger under to pull you close for a kiss; down your neck and to your heart - that in my own, I claim as mine, and past every inch of every part of your existence. I wish more than anything that you and I could grow together, love together, learn together, and laugh together, forever. I sincerely feel that between the two of us, we have the kind of love that some people never get a chance to experience. I promise to love you as much as I can, as best as I can, and for as long as I can. And no matter what, it's very important to me for you to know that you are an irreplaceable spirit that will always be a part of me. You are the most wonderful woman. You make me feel loved and worthy of love. I have missed much in life because I did not have a companion. You are the companion that I have wanted for so long. You are the woman that I long to share life's adventures with. You are the friend that I can share my innermost secrets with. You are a loving and supportive friend to me. I strive to be a loving and supportive friend to you. I long to help you carry life's burdens and lovingly encourage you as you stretch out to be all that you can be. I love to sit across the couch from you. I long to share the intimacy of talking from the heart. I feel that I have had so much love to give and that it has been bottled up inside me for so very long. No one has been interested in opening the bottle and seeing what was inside. You have not only been willing and interested in opening the bottle, but you have joyfully been surrounded and enveloped in the love that flows from my heart. You inspire and fully embrace the romantic man inside me. You are the woman that welcomes me with a big, warm smile with your arms outstretched. You are the woman that loves and longs for my warm hugs. You look at me with eyes full of love when I touch your face and look into your beautiful eyes. You warmly welcome my loving kiss. You are the woman that I long to love until the end of my days.

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