Yo...I am sick of tintallesky. I love what it means, but it just doesnt suit. So...if a wierd new name shows up on your friends list, It is I...look for some wonky radiohead Hail to the Chief utterings. That'll be me, mandalyn...going all wierd on your arses.
Last night I drank at my friend's bumblefuck ass house, but we were outside with a bonfire, drinking 2 cases of 40 oz bottles. I saw a few of my old old friends, but I kind of ignored the one boy, Ryan. We used to be best friends, had a thing back in the day. But my good friend, Andrew, who was my first big crush in the 7th grade, we talked for hours. We've been friends a long time, but he was away at school this past year. He's come home to stay, cause he hated it.
So...we're gonna hang out tonight and get abominably trashed at my friend Sean's. Should be good times.
I watched HP:CoS for the first time today. It was good. I still don't get the fucking slashing of it all, though. Vaguely disturbing.
That dude that plays Wood is so damned hot. I thought so in Sorcerer's Stone...and I'll be damned if I don't think so now, even more.
Those little boys are growing up handsome. Daniel Radcliffe is pretty adorable.
If you knew You didn't say If you felt it You wished it away Until.. Hey No- It's alright I understand My understanding is complete So why am I standing so still I've forgotten I have feet To move along Move on Towards the next blonde Pretty boy So fleeting Freeing The weight of joy.
Dude. My friend Cathy dragged me to a convent to speak with some nuns. It was bad. I asked about the Catholic policy on homosexuality, and of course I already knew what she would say. The nun, that is.
Sweet young lady. Totally in denial of reality, clearly.
Fuckin' can't even describe this shit. Woah.
I wrote some Dorli smut today, which I forgot to post on my own journal. Not that anyone reads my silly ramblings anyway.
Mandalyn-Easy to Please-Orlilly-PG-And I Love, Am a Pathological Liar
Love; I hope we get old I hope we can find a way of seeing it all Love; I hope we can be I hope I can find a way of letting you see That I'm so easy to please, so easy
Sometimes Orlando dreams of the future, even though he is the sort to live for today. And when he does, when he does dream, he wakes up in the morning with a smile on his face. He pictures a small beachside house in New Zealand, not unlike his own when they were filming. He imagines waking up to sunlight peaking through windows, casting a pale golden glow on Billy’s face, lined around the eyes like crinkles of laughter. He imagines them walking along the shoreline in old tee shirts and worn jeans, because they are too old and they know each other too well for pretension. He can see romance in it’s barest and most comforting form, the kind that is well known but still starts sparks when they kiss. He conjures ideas of forever, without having to worry about fame and fortune. He wants badly not to have to be so concerned, when he grows older. When he grows up. Because he doesn’t feel like he’s going much of anywhere, these days, going to parties and making headlines in the tabloids. Going places without Billy. Some might say Orlando Bloom is high maintenance, and a sucker for the spotlight, but really..he’s easy to please. And what pleases him best is Billy.
It is 10:13 PM and I have just opened a large bottle of Sea Otter Ale. Portions of the price of this ale go towards...some Aquarium in Seattle or something. Anyway, I have poured myself a tall glass, and I am going to proceed to get drunk.
I went out...but I didn't feel like boozing while I was out. I didn't feel like staying out. Yes, I wanted to come home, get pissed, and write funny stories, or at least read some.
The Queer as Folk season ending was great. I dug the strong political intonations. I really wish I could acquire all of the QAF UK Seasons to watch. Yes, yes I do.
S'Anyway...I think Josh is definitely not completely straight. I was thinking on it..and he drives a black Jetta (he and I both know that is the gay men's car of choice), and he has a wacky haircut that he does himself that is pretty pretty. And he's pretty. And sensitive. And MUSICALLY INCLINED. (although that has nada to do with the unstraightness).
Don't listen to my shite. I'm just musing.
But I feel pretty good, today. My best friend Michael is coming home in a week. And I fucking love this dude. He's in the army, which is lame, but he does jump out of airplanes. That's cool.
At any rate...I've had this thing for him ( even though he's older and my very best guy friend) for like years...and I haven't seen him in one year. A year!
He did ask my Kymmie if I was still a virgin, though..which is odd, cause I told the fucker I wasn't a year ago, when we were together last. Silly sonofabitch was probably drunk.
Author: Mandalyn Title: Untitled...or if you want...Low Down Dirty Sand Shag..cause it kind of works. Pairing: Dom/Orli Warning: I don't write smut, usually...but damn if I just had to get it out. Disclaimer: And I love, am a pathological liar.
Author: Mandalyn Title: Untitled Existentialist Sort Of Nonsense Pairing: Orlilly, obviously. Rating: PG-15 for cuss words. Dedicated to: lapetitmort and andrealynDisclaimer: And I love, am a pathological liar
When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world And I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special
( this...Collapse ) TintalleTwilight: AndreaLyn333: Hmm... AndreaLyn333: Existentialist angst! LOL TintalleTwilight: yes. plot bunny for me. TintalleTwilight: although...its not a plot. TintalleTwilight: just a thought with sudden red: haha it's good enough with sudden red: existential smoking in bed with yummy boy white skin and white sheets and sunlight filtering in and a pounding headachehangover with sudden red: "and if a double decker bus crashes into us..." with sudden red: I always want songfics :[ TintalleTwilight: yes! I am so using your thoughts...ill make it a songfic...but probably radiohead or something.
that chick you know is scary. and lame.
TintalleTwilight: you should write...some orlilly. ;) AndreaLyn333: LOL! i was writing...something, and then Word fucked me over...and now I'm frantically probing my mind to rewrite. Orlilly sounds damn good though TintalleTwilight: yeah. I need to write. I have writer's block. TintalleTwilight: I think I may ignore it and do something awful AndreaLyn333: No! NO! No ignoration! AndreaLyn333: We must have the fic! TintalleTwilight: I need a plot. my fics can be very plotless, at times. i never get beta'd either...ha. AndreaLyn333: Hmm...plot... AndreaLyn333: How about... AndreaLyn333: massage kink! TintalleTwilight: I dont write kink well. im all...philosophical like. or i just write them drunk and stupid. which is much like me. AndreaLyn333: Hmm... AndreaLyn333: Existentialist angst! LOL TintalleTwilight: yeah! TintalleTwilight: orlilly or not...maybe domorli? i dunno. AndreaLyn333: Orlilly is just so appealing though! TintalleTwilight: yes. I must set about writing this nonsense immediately. AndreaLyn333: I concur! It is of the utmost importance! AndreaLyn333: Okay, Mission: Remember and retype my story is successful! AndreaLyn333: Huzzah! Now I don't have to proclaim bloody murder on the world! TintalleTwilight: kill me first if you change your mind. ;) AndreaLyn333: Aww, but I promised to drop-kick the computer first!