Jules' Journal

Subject:	So I'm here...in full Christian style
Time:	2:40 pm.
Mood:	pleased.

So the sabatical was fun. A nice long cruise down memory lane were the sex was rampant and the Nicholson comparisons weren't so.

When I hit bottom, it was Christy who Ryan called. Old Turl kicked the shit out of me. Ever since her father died, the chick's gotten preachy. It's for the best I guess.

It's pretty fucking late, but the Winona incident has to be addressed. All I can say is, it's really sad.

"Windtalkers" is due out soon. It's a war flick. Nothing special, but Cage's name should generate some business.

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Time:

12:15 pm.

I've realized I've made a grave error already. I didn't take the time to clue you in to some major fucking elements of my life. This is a freaking journal after all. Am I right? For starters, I'm married to my er.. lovely wife. I'm sure some... didn't know that. I have a 3 year old son named Jaden. And my 32nd birthday was two days ago. Now that you're enlightened, we can move on.
One person(a pedophilic tub of lard who organizes boy bands ) has already commented on my choice of icons. It's been noted (you don't like them? Fuck off.)
Last night was the cast party for "Cletis Tout", Portia was giving me the eye. I know I'm trying this fidelity shit but how could I resist?? She's like 5'5 and 70 pounds, killer ass. After, she actually had the fuckin' audacity to call my home phone. Ryan and Jaden were at the park, thank god. I went to visit Christy today, she's doing better. Almost ready to film another one of those fucking tobacco adds.

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