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Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in
(Not) Eliza Dushku's LiveJournal:
| Saturday, October 31st, 2009 | |
| 12:50 pm | ooc This journal has been repurposed for another game - it can be removed from any flists. |
| Friday, November 28th, 2008 | |
| 5:10 pm | Elisa Dushku and Channing Tatum: Giving Thanks Backdated to Nov 27th, 2008 (Thanksgiving). ( The Happily Ever After. ) [[ooc: And with this tag, Eliza and Channing ride into the sunset. Thanks to all who have read them.]] |
| Monday, October 27th, 2008 | |
| 3:46 pm | Eliza Dushku and Channing Tatum: Remember the birds and the bees? [current. Warning if breast milk is a squick.] ( 'Of course I do. It's what brought the screaming. It's what stretched my pussy to the circumference of a cantaloupe.' ) |
| Thursday, September 4th, 2008 | |
| 8:49 pm | Eliza Dushku and Channing Tatum: And baby really does make three Back-dated to after the Heigl-Downey wedding ( You motherfucking bastards didn't tell me this would HURT THIS BAD! ) |
| Sunday, June 15th, 2008 | |
| 11:26 pm | Eliza Dushku and Channing Tatum: The Name Game [current] ( There are too many letters in the alphabet. Can't they just call her princess? ) |
| Sunday, May 25th, 2008 | |
| 9:27 pm | Eliza Dushku and Fab Filippo: Attention Whore [current] Wandering around the still-empty master bedroom of the House in the woods, Eliza has the phone pressed to her ear as she looks around. She grins as she hears Fab answer. "Bitch!" She cries. "Dude, you have to see this fucking house. I told you about the house right? ( It's so big it doesn't even make me look fat! How you like them apples?! ) |
| Tuesday, March 25th, 2008 | |
| 6:23 pm | Eliza Dushku and Channing Tatum: Baby Makes Three {current} ( Just talk normal. Don't poke at it. How'd you like to be poked at? Just say... hi. Or something. ) |
| Wednesday, March 19th, 2008 | |
| 4:05 pm | Eliza Dushku, Fab Filippo and Chris Thile: Big and Little Things {current} ( It doesn't seem to matter that she's got a Little Person inside her, she still looks like she could pretzel Chris up and spin him around a la the Simpsons. Chris was raised to have a healthy and proper respect for women. He was never taught about women who were stronger than he is, which really, left him ill-prepared for about 75% of the female population. ) |
| Wednesday, February 27th, 2008 | |
| 6:42 am | Eliza Dushku and Rob Lowe; Sex and Videotape [backdated to 2002-3] It has reached the point that Sarah just plain pisses Eliza off. It wasn't like what they were doing was anywhere near fucking brain surgery. And they've done it for years now. So there's no goddamned reason for more than three takes at any given time. But it's almost as if she just wants everyone to wait on her some more. Motherfucker. It's with something like relief that Eliza strides into the Cit bar in jeans and a t-shirt, hair pulled back in a ponytail, no bra, and orders a rum and diet coke and a room key. No time like the present, she figures and looks around for who's going to get lucky. She scans the room before her eyes land on a face she has to say she didn't ever expect to see in a sex club. Well, okay, so she knew about the video stuff, but he's a Cit member? Shit. ( She grins and walks up to Rob Lowe's table. ) |
| Monday, February 25th, 2008 | |
| 6:23 am | Eliza Dushku and Channing Tatum: The baby's heartbeat It's not the most romantic date, but Eliza's not complaining. Though she could. What with only having her t-shirt on, pushed up under her tits, her feet in stirrups and being poked, a sheet draped over her knees. She's never been a fan of the ob/gyn. But here she is. It's when whatever this "doppler probe" thing is is pressed to her belly, that she goes still. Despite herself, she reaches back, hand out. It's quiet. Too quiet for too long. Then, through speakers set up on the doctor's desk comes a very rapid, fuzzy-sounding rapid drumming. "What's that?" asks Channing of everyone. ( His own heart beats in his ears so loudly that he is not sure... well, what's that? ) |
| Thursday, February 14th, 2008 | |
| 3:17 pm | Eliza Dushku and Alex Moen: Body Talk "Ugh." Eliza lies on the sofa, trying to look as pathetic as she can, even if she is leaning against the biggest teddy bear known to man (A valentine's gift from Channing--the sentimental dope). "Do my tits look bigger?" She cups them and looks over to Alex. "Be honest." Giving Eliza a very serious look, checking her out. "Just a little, I think," she nods. "But that isn't a bad thing at all. It's kind of hot." ( You laugh. Wait 'til baby Whatever-its-name-is throws food at you and calls you a bitchwhore or something. Then see who's laughing. ) |
| Sunday, February 3rd, 2008 | |
| 8:57 am | Eliza Dushku breaks The News to Fab Filippo [after this series of events. Still no shouting. Though there is some crying] Fuck. Crazy few days. Eliza's exhausted, curled on her side in her bed. The pillow smells of Channing's aftershave, she's wearing Channing's t-shirt and she pulls it up over her nose. Her stomach jumps just like it did last time. Jesus Her life's just been turned upside down and she still can't wrap her head around it. She reaches for her cell on the bedside table and dials Fab's cell number by memory. If there's anybody who can knock her head on straight, it's him. Or at least she hopes so. "You better be home, bitch," she whispers into the phone. "And not fucking. I need you." ( Fab is very much Not Fucking - he is, in fact, filling out mountains of senseless paperwork that the network decided to send him ) |
| Friday, February 1st, 2008 | |
| 6:12 am | Eliza Dushku and Channing Tatum (with Alex Moen): 1, 2, 3. {Current. Takes place after Eliza shouts the big news at Channing, Eliza and Alex don't shout about it, and Channing and Robert Downey Jr don't shout about it either} The Planned Parenthood office smells like a doctor's office, that antiseptic smell. And it's make Eliza queasy if she's honest. She still holds the clipboard and the forms she's supposed to be filling out. Except she can't seem to fill them out. Alex is here, thank god, or she might have bolted, her hand reassuring on Eliza's thigh. Jesus. When did this become such a big deal? It's just a... Shit. She can't even think it. Jesus Christ. Her head falls back to the wall with a clunk and before Alex can even ask if she's alright, her cell goes. Figures. Pulling it out of her purse, she looks at the Caller ID and whatever had gone soft in her ices over. Channing. "What do you want?" She hisses into the phone. "It's being taken care of. You don't need to worry, okay?" Whoa. Channing rubs his eyes frantically. Having crashed for fourteen hours straight, he has just gotten up. Robert's question number one (as in "do you want this baby?") has popped in his mind as a ready and truly terrifying answer. He has steeled his nerves for Eliza to shout into the phone, he is not prepared to hear her hissing. ( Apparently, there are unforeseen issues with the question number two. About Eliza wanting the baby. ) |
| Wednesday, January 30th, 2008 | |
| 7:40 pm | Eliza Dushku and Alex Moen: the aftershocks keep coming [takes place after this.] ( I guess I'll be able to eat Chinese again... ) |
| Saturday, January 19th, 2008 | |
| 7:53 am | |
| Monday, December 24th, 2007 | |
| 10:17 am | Eliza Dushku and Channing Tatum: Snowflakes and Santa Hats When she'd booked the flight, Eliza knew it would be close. Any delay and she'd fuck up her connection in Chicago on Christmas fucking Eve. Figures she couldn't get a direct flight from LA to Boston, despite her best intentions. And it's not even that her plane leaves late from LA! It's Chicago that screws her. And weather on the whole East Coast has her staring at the airline worker who's trying to tell her that there are no other flights for the night. ( She's stranded in Chicago on Christmas Eve. ) |
| Saturday, December 8th, 2007 | |
| 8:15 am | Fab Filippo and Eliza: Fab pickles himself and his parents aren't stupid (and Eliza wants a nap). [current, the day after this] Fab knows better than this, somewhere at the back of his brain, but he's determined to pickle that along with the rest of himself. He'd stopped off back at the hotel room for a short, restless nap, and now he's back in the bar and taking advantage of the kind of happy hour you only find at kind of shitty hotels. But the thoughts still follow him. They appear slowly, but they're there: I should tell Eliza where I am, and I need to be sober to visit my parents, and I should be stronger than this. Then, more painfully, making him wonder if he should just go to the liquor store and buy a whole fucking bottle - he told me not to come back. It hurts more than it should. More than he thought it would hurt. After all, he only dated the guy for a little while. Fuck, he spent less time with Chris than he had with all of the other guys he's had quote-unquote, "relationships" with in the past few years. Why is this different? ( Another shot, yeah. ) |
| Sunday, December 2nd, 2007 | |
| 4:21 pm | Fab Filippo calls Eliza: Bitch is going to Toronto. [A few hours after this] Boxes still litter the house, but there are far fewer of them, thank fuck. And Alex's plan of christening each room is going well, too. Speaking of.... "Alex!" Eliza calls. "Alex?" No answer. Huh. Wandering around, she finds the note. "Gone for groceries, back soon. AM 1:20 pm." Trust Alex to date the note because Eliza would wonder. Eliza's got a pretty awesome roommate. Eliza hopes she remembers the grapefruit juice. For some reason, Eliza's been craving grapefruit juice like crazy last couple of days. Just as she's going to call and check, her cell goes, and she answers without looking at the ID. "Hey, don't forget the grapefruit juice, okay? The 100% stuff." ( 'Uh, hey there to you too, bitch.' ) |
| Wednesday, November 28th, 2007 | |
| 8:18 am | Eliza and Alex Moen: Settling in to LA [current] Boxes. For not having a lot of shit? Eliza is looking at a shit-ton of boxes. Of course some of them are Alex's, but still. Damn. She's not even sure where to start. Tightening her ponytail, she sighs. "Hey! Alex!" She calls, not even sure where the other woman is. "Any fucking clue what's what here?" "Yes, here's the list," Alex walks through from the bathroom. "I watched as everything was packed and I made sure the colour coding went to the right room. This one... has your very personal stuff in it, so I think it would be better to leave that one for later." Color coding? Eliza blinks at Alex. ( 'Damn. You rock. So where should we start' ) |
| Saturday, November 17th, 2007 | |
| 1:59 pm | voicemail to ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fab FilippoBitch! I'm moving back to the States. Remember the name Joss Whedon? Yeah. Just need to fix the writer's strike and I'm back on TV, baby. Call me, soon. I'll be closer. *pause* Hey. How's Chris? You alright? I can kick his ass if you need me to. Call me. |