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27.12.2005 в 17:46-
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28.12.2005 в 13:00-
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28.12.2005 в 22:13а еще нашла какой-то слеш фик про тея и гейва... мечтать надо аккуратнее, как выразилась моя мама, когда я ей сказала, что кое-кто - гей, а я всегда мечтала иметь друга гея =))
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29.12.2005 в 14:07-
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29.12.2005 в 14:171. walker's mother, diana's father, and natalie's grandmother all died the past week...
2. Mrs. Annette Fisher, 79, of Sharpsburg died Monday, November 21, 2005. Mrs. Fisher was a homemaker and a member of First Presbyterian Church of East Point. Survivors include her husband, Jack Fisher; one daughter, Pam and husband Jimmy Bryant all of Sharpsburg; two grandchildren, Matthew Bryant of Sharpsburg; Natalie and husband Taylor Hanson of Tulsa, OK; two great-grandchildren, Ezra and Penelope Hanson of Tulsa, OK.
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29.12.2005 в 17:45Блин, вот же фак!
А что насчет фотки, так мне целых две минуты потребовалось, чтоб понять, что это не Гейв!!! Хахаха!
А этот слэш фик ты мне пошли, если помнишь, где лежит, я ведь их собираю! (у каждого свои тараканы в голове! =))) А мысли действительно материальны- помнишь, как мы Фея с Гевсом поженили? Пожинайте плоды! =)))
А я еще хочу сказать тебе Над большое спасибо... в следующей новой записи =))
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29.12.2005 в 17:52-
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29.12.2005 в 17:56там картинка, поэтому я тебе ее лучше скопирую сюда. она небольшая.
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29.12.2005 в 18:00"Omigod, Taylor!" a voice squealed in his ear the night of his homecoming to N.Y. He looked sharply at his pussy for the evening and waited patiently. "Do you know whose at this party?"
Rolling his eyes he sighed and took out a clove cigarette from his pack. "No, Darla, I don't. Who, oh who, is going to be at this party?" He had perfected the sound of boredom and used it without guilt whenever his friends found it nessessary to become exciteable in public.
"Well, Miss Bitch" Darla cut back, putting herself back in check after her outburst, "it seems that Clive Davis's new 'It' boy is here. You know, the one with the song that's really big and such."
Lighting up and dragging slowly, Taylor weighed his possible responses. He had no idea who Clive Davis was or why they should care about his 'It' boy. If there wasn't a DJ in front of the name Taylor rarely found it a name worth paying attention to. 'It' boys came and went without much use for recognition from him.
"Why do I care, Darla? You haven't appealed to your audience yet. All I'm hearing is blah, blah, blah. Do you want to bone him?" he asked as an after-thought. Darla wouldn't have a chance with him of course, but it was quite humorous to watch her run after men she could never actually capture. She was, after all, two hundred pounds in a one hundred pound world and though her bosom was ample and her ass was high and round she had 'hi' arms and the slightest double chin. Her saving grace was that she was rich and had a good complexion....and in complete denial about her weight.
"You care, sir, because he is fucking adorable. And, I'm sure, because he's just as gay as you and on the market currently. They're re-recording his new album for a more acoustic, live feel." she explained, taking his cigarette and dragging from it herself. Taylor hugged his sides and gave her a sideways look. He always hated it when she brought up his sexuality. He knew he should be used to it since everyone knew the marriage thing was a farce and that he was pounding more ass than Brian Kinney.
"I'm off the market, Darla, quit trying to get me date raped." he spit out a bit too hastily. Truthfully he was just tired of sitting through any more awkward first dates where he was just trying to decide whether the guy would be worth the effort to drag to the back to screw or if it was a lost cause and he should just emergency call himself and get it over with. Darla gave him a shrewd look. She knew he was just being antsy over the prospect of another awkward get together with someone he didn't care to know.
"Yes well, I know that dearest. You should still meet him. He's got an amazing voice and would be nice if you and your brothers decide to churn out some more bullshit to feed your drug habits and whatnot."
"Not on drugs, Darla. Not on drugs" he reminded her, suddenly dying for another cigarette.
"Not anymore, Taylor. Not anymore" her voice hinted at past discretions he'd like to not be reminded of currently. Leaving her standing beside the potted plant in the far corner of the party, Taylor walked confidently towards the other corner longing to get away from people who insisted of reminding him that he once was a coked out little queen just like all the other fags in Hollywood. He didn't expect for something solid to collide with him while he was deep in his angst-filled revelry and fell solidly onto the floor. Staring up his eyes were affronted with the none-too-attractive figure of an almost thirty-something wearing a beanie over his obviously unproffessionally managed hair.
"Excuse you" Taylor spat, getting up and ignoring the stunned look of his assailent. "This is fucking Misrabi and a fucking hole in it will matter a fucking lot. You don't have the money to fucking replace it, so watch where you're fucking going, you fucking imbecile." Taylor felt better when he placed the word 'fuck' into a line of beratements. The strangers face darkened.
"I know Misrabi, if it's messed up I'll get you a new one. It's cool, man, I'm sorry" the guy apologized, holding his hands up to ward off Taylor's vibes. This infuriated him to no end.
"Well you fucking better then. I don't have time to fuck around with people like you."
"I'm not the one blowing this out of proportion."
"Fuck you, man. You're such a fucking--" Taylor was suddenly interrupted by the warm, flabby arm around his sides.
"Taylor-darling, I see you found the 'It' Boy" Darla announced suddenly, smiling an iron smile for show and to try to pull Taylor out of his mess. Taylor froze dead and narrowed his eyes. This vagrant was Clive's 'It' Boy?
"YOU are Clive's 'It' Boy?" Taylor asked, narrowing his eyes and putting on a bitch-pose. The stranger chucked awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck, neglecting to meet Taylor's or Darla's eyes.
"Shit, is that what they're calling me?" he laughed nervously and obviously wasn't comfortable yet with his imposed title. "Just call me Gavin. I'm not exactly 'It' Boy material."
"Fucking right about that" Taylor responded before he thought over it. Gavin's eyes shot up and met his with momentary affront before casting themselves back at the floor.
"Taylor!" Darla hissed, digging her nails into Taylor's biceps. Gavin looked painfully awkward now and was trying to find the quickest way out of this conversation it seemed.
"What?!" Taylor blew at Darla, stepping out of her grasp and putting his hands on his hips to ream her. "I was a fucking 'It' Boy, Darla and I know the fucking types. You have to have so much more than what he's displaying to be an 'It' Boy and survive. He's too fucking old, he's not fucking attractive, and he's fucking around with people like us instead of shmoozing or fucking his brains out with someone else. New 'It' boy's don't talk to old 'It' Boys because Old 'It' Boys will try to piggy back on their success. It's the law of being fabulous and in the spot light. Old 'It' Boys are leppers to the new and unabused. He's not even fucking bitchy, Darla! He's not an 'It' Boy, he's just an it."
After what seemed like an eternity of silence between the three Gavin finally looked up at Taylor. His eyes should've held hurt and a bit of anger, but instead they were just simply vaguely amazed. He put his hand firmly on Taylor's arm and smiled easily.
"If that's what it takes to get rid of this 'It' Boy title, I'm going to have to get to know you a LOT better."
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29.12.2005 в 18:02"Darlaaaaa" he called out into the stillness and waited. She would probably be why he was on the floor.
"Not here, man" a male voice called from the direction of his bedroom. Before Taylor could get up and investigate the slapping of feet on wood came closer and soon he saw the 'It' Boy running around in boxers and a t-shirt looking very, very rumpled. 'Oh GODS! I didn't sleep with him, did I?' Taylor's panicked mind shrieked, causing him to look down at himself and see if there were any signs of nudity. A huge breath left his lungs as he found he was still completely clad in the clothes he'd worn to the party and finally he could turn back to Gavin who was rumaging through his kitchen for something to drink. What was a man that old doing in his apartment half dressed and obviously well rested while he was to be found in last night's garb and asleep on the floor rug? This wouldn't do at all.
"What are you doing here?" Taylor half-croaked, catching himself still dry-mouthed from sleep.
"You invited me home last night" he answered simply, fiddling with Taylor's very expensive cappacino machine. Other people playing with Taylor's toys made him nervous and after shooting the man a dubious look, he shoo'd his hands away and made the coffee himself. "Well yeah it wasn't exactly like that. You passed out and I got your friend to show me where you lived so I could bring you home. I set you on the couch and you woke up long enough to tell me to take the bed in case you died in the middle of the night. What was that about?"
A blush rose on Taylor's cheeks as he tried to think of how best to answer the question. Telling Gavin to stay was his automatic response from being too coked out to take any chances. He'd promised himself a long time he wasn't going to die alone and if he ever felt close to letting go he tried to make people stay at least at his apartment. His body had to be found before it decayed. His casket had to be open. "Oh, just wanted someone around for the night. Thank you, but you should go" Taylor finally answered.
"With no coffee?" Gavin asked, cocking an eyebrow and grinning.
"I'm sure that's won someone over before, but not me. Get out." Looking a defeated, Gavin sighed and stumbled back to the bedroom to gather his clothes before he left. Taylor poured himself a drink and shed his shirt in the kitchen. He hated being in the same clothes for too long, it made him itch.
"Hey, can I get your number man? I'm leaving for somewhere else tomorrow and I want to give you a call" the voice floated down the hall. His apartment seemed to swell and smile at the new stranger and it only caused Taylor to growl his disapproval of the whole situation.
"Even though you owe me clothing I absolutely refuse to give you my number. I'm not interested and not planning to be interested." Taylor called back, his shoulders starting to draw up against the mans easy demeanor. "I'll call you tomorrow anyhow" Gavin concluded, walking back in fully dressed and picking up Taylor's coffee and drinking it without asking whether he could of not. Taylor glared at him and knew he looked like a dissatisfied child. Laughing, Gavin gave him a hug and walked out of the apartment stealing the coffee cup and humming as he left. Taylor decided right then he should avoid this man. He was obviously devoid of manners and couth. How in God's name did he become an 'It' Boy? Didn't they draw the line at 23?
*** Four A.M. Eastern ***
The annoyingly loud chorus of "Drop it Like It's Hawt" by Snoopp Dogg awoke Taylor with a start. Not that he didn't want to ride Pharrell raw, but it was no time for anyone to be ruining his beauty sleep. Four a.m. was officially off limits to anyone who knew anything, but the temptation of getting to grumble and growl at someone was too much for Taylor to pass up. He hadn't given a good bitching to anyone since that morning and gods knew that was much, much too long for him to go without releasing negativity into the air.
"Hello?" he mumbled, turning onto his back and stretching noisily.
"Hey Taylor, am I interrupting something?" an unfamiliar voice cheered from the other end of the line.
"Huh?" Taylor breathed, confused, but still floating within the feeling of stretching and being warm and comfortable.
"You just sound like you're having a really good time, if you catch the drift" Taylor didn't know why, but he could feel the stranger faintly blushing.
"Who the fuck is this?" Suddenly, he had to know. Who in the hell would blush or insinuate something so ridiculous... like he would pick up his phone if he had company!
"You don't know?" There was a definite smirk on that jackass's face whoever he was. Taylor refused to be smirked at so he simply flipped his phone shut. That would teach them.
Snuggling back down into the downy warmth of his feather mattress, a smile spread across his lips and he thought to himself what a good job he'd done at bypassing a prank call...then the damn thing began again.
"Fuuuucckkk" Taylor whined, flipping open the phone once more. "What!"
"I just told you I'd call you today, that's all" the strangers voice smiled at him and he cringed.
"Ohhh, gods" Taylor grumbled, rolling onto his side and holding his forehead. "You're that It Boy!"
"Eventually Taylor, I am SURE that you're going to learn my name."
"I hope not. What do you want it's... four fifteen AM"
"Not here it's not. Here it's only one and I was about to go to sleep. I just... wanted to talk to you first" There a small crack in pride there and Taylor smirked at it. 'Good, he's already wearing down on this' Taylor thought to himself.
"Oh? Did you think I would tuck you in? Did you want me to breathe something heavy into your ear before you jerked off and crashed before another day and another mall show?"
"Excuse me?" Offended. He could hear a little bit of hurt and indignation in Gavin's voice.
"Did you want to have phone sex or what? I may not be an It Boy anymore, but I do have a life and I could use the audience."
"Goodnight Taylor" He was definitely offened. Taylor's triumph would've outshown the sun at that moment.
"Goodnight."
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29.12.2005 в 18:03-
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29.12.2005 в 18:17Спасибо, Над! Я побежала! =)
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29.12.2005 в 18:21Я догадалась!!!
Я еще час добавила =)[
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30.01.2006 в 14:40-
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06.02.2006 в 15:05