MEME | From Riley and Luke's cousin, apparently

[mrpublicity]

A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question.

B) Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.


What are your nicknames?
Aiden, Aidey (Do Not Bother), Mr Publicity

How do you style your hair?
Shampoo, condition, hairdryer, product - I'm gay, sue me

What's the last book you read?
Brass Verdict by Michael Connelly

What colour shirt are you wearing now?
White button up


If you could only have 5 songs to listen to for the rest of your life, which 5 would they be?
Respect - Aretha Franklin
I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor
Bad to the Bone by George Thorogood
I Touch Myself - The Divinyls
Righteous Brothers - Unchained Melody

Is your ear itchy?
No, but my armpit is

Do you nap a lot?
Rarely, only when I'm half dead

Who was the last person you hugged?
Pat [sexyinscrubs]

What's your current fandom/obsession/addiction?
What's a fandom?

What was the last thing you ate today?
... I can't answer this innocently

How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
About an hour, if you include coffee and all that jazz

What websites do you visit daily?
CNN, Google, LiveJournal... I can't remember off the top of my head

What's your favourite colour?
Red

What are you listening to, right now?
My cell phone ringing

What's the last song that got stuck in your head?
It's a long way to the top by AC/DC

What phone model do you own?
It's a PDA

What is your favourite weather?
Fall

How are you?
Not bad

Is that it?
Is this a trick question?

I tag? Pat and Tara

Comments

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

Then can't you help him feel useful?

Ignore it and hope it goes away?

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

Not really. I've tried. The fact I'm trying makes him feel even more useless.

Do you really think it will. Telltale answer here. How big was the cock?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

So you really can't do anything?

I'm hoping it will. Ten fabulous, mouthwatering inches. Probably a little more.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

I can love him and be his partner. That seems to be all he wants from me right now.

Ohhhhhhhhhh, he shoots, he scores! He's not going away, sweetheart. You and I both know that.

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

Then that's all you need to give him.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Bugger it.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

I am. Tara's helped me see a few things a little clearer too since she's been staying here.

So, what are you going to do about it?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

I'm glad, Aiden. I was worried about you for a little while there. Cameron was as well.

Do I have to do anything? This can't lead anywhere good.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

I'm still scared shitless. He's so weak and in pain, but just deals, you know? The hardest thing I've ever had to deal with in my life, this is, seeing someone I love suffering.

Since when has that ever stopped you?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

That's still a very hard thing to have to deal with, love. You shouldn't stress yourself out. I think you're amazing.

It hasn't, but how can you push me in his direction when you've never met him?

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

I didn't think it would be so exhausting, but it could be worse.

Um, ten inch cock?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

If you ever need me to do anything you just have to ask, love.

I need to make a call.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

I know, and I need to train Pat to learn that we're not imposing on you if I do. He's gotten a complex. He doesn't want to be a pain in your arse because he thinks he's being one in mine.

To who?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

The pricks I've got in my employ are pains in my arse. Pat is not a pain in my arse. I am here for whatever either of you need.

I need to see if I can get some information on Mr Fraser's schedule. No point trying to formulate a plan with no intelligence on the target, is there?

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

That's why I'm tired. Trying to convince him isn't easy. Plus, he's hardly sleeping. It hurts for him to lie down too long. Hurts for him to sit too long. This is my attempt at positive indifference. Thank god I don't have a web cam.

Ohhhhhhhhh... well, here's hoping he wants to be found. New York is an easy place to disappear in, if its what you really want. You could always deliver yourself as a Singing Telegram to his offices.

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

Well, you've certainly convinced me. I'm sure you'll find a balance somehow.

I don't sing, you know that. Any other bright ideas?

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

Yeah, 'course.

Send him a picture of your boobs?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

That'll no doubt prompt him to once again ask how much I'll charge him for looking at the picture. However... you might be on to something.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

So, charge him. See how he reacts to it.

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

I think that's an excellent idea.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

If he writes you a cheque, you know not to bother with the prick again.

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

That's after I send it back to him in little pieces.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

The cheque or his prick?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

Both.