Post by beau loveland on Jul 30, 2009 17:55:31 GMT -5
beau darcia loveland,
twenty, tourist , rosie huntington-whiteley.
first of all , i'm curious as to when you were born and where. how old does that make you today ?i was born on july 21st in england. i guess something to be noted is the fact that i was born dead according to my mother, i had my umbilical cord wrapped around my neck and was black and purple. thankfully there are no photos to support this claim and if there were i wouldn't want to see them. the doctors thankfully were able to jump start my miracle of a heart and now here i am plaguing the roads of australia and sucking the wrong dicks. except not really. i guess because of this and the fact that i have asthma my parents tend to be a little overbearing and protective of me. they don't like that i push a lot of my limits and they make a big show of telling everyone that i was dead, play up my birthday and feel the need to remind me every time i make a mistake that i should think twice because not everyone gets a second chance. i don't know, they're pretty strict on me when they feel like it... i guess that's love.
whats your status here , exactly. can you tell us what you do for a living ?most people want to start a family and have kids but i would never want that. having children is one of my biggest fears, ugh... i don't even want to imagine it. i see kids and i want to seriously throw up. i don't really believe in love so i don't plan on falling prey to the illusion. i'd like to meet people who will be in my life until i die. the ones who have something to say like paris did about michael when he died. one of my life goals is to get old and breed dogs or something, have a eukaneuba tournament champion in my kennels. i'd like to own a huge ranch down in napa with a vineyard and horses, everything. i want to live a solitary life with chickens or goats. something like that. here, i just want to travel the world and get my parents to take me back. i want to get over my issues and sit down to watch svu every night of the week. that's about it. i'm a tourist! what can i say?
and your parents , who are they and what do they like ?your my father is leonard james loveland he's forty four and he owns a few finance companies but he's not exactly the family provider because that's only a portion of our income. he tends to be a humble guy. he's a bit on the tacky side but he's an enthusiastic pianist who likes to make eggs for everyone and act like he's known you since you were in diapers. he has good advice to give and knows more than his fair share of the lingo of today's youth. he's that kind of dad. my mother, delia griar loveland is thirty nine and she is a plastic surgeon in los angeles, she has given butt lifts to the best of best and isn't afraid to point out everyone else's flaws. she likes to act like this abiliy to insert silicon gives her a license to diagnose everyone with some kind of a mental disease and is a power crazy psycho. my mother has two dogs named winifred, a yorkshire terrier and a golden retriever named bud. talk about being cliche.
so what about siblings , are there any other important family members ?i have an older brother named douche bag. i refuse to call him by his first name because he's just that. he goes and fucks everything with legs and then comes back to complain to me that i'm some kind of a whore when i flirt with a person. then he takes after my mother in that he likes to enforce his own little rules on me whenever he can. he's about twenty four years old and i never really wished for siblings because i am the baby of the family and he's more than enough for me.
i see , now could you tell me your favorite and least favorite things ?new york city and the trannie, having a trust fund that kicks in at 22, being the center of attention, smoking marlboro lights, emery, dog shows, lap dogs and lap dances, the twilight book series, spaghetti and parmesian cheese, going to the beach, having sex anywhere but in bed, taking long warm showers.
stereotypical assholes, getting accused of anything with or without reason, other people trying to invade her social circle, having to fake orgasm, her ex boyfriends, being underestimated by men, going down on anyone, burnt, ugly, and citrus like foods, kids, girls hanging around excessively with her boyfriends, girls who are butch and want to be transgendered, admitting to being wrong.
so what about relationships , how do you find those ?i'm straight. men are the only ones who sink my boat and i wouldn't want to have it any other way. i am not tied to anyone at the moment. i don't know if i can call myself a relationship person. if i feel like a person is worth spending my time with i'll pursue something but if i know it's just lust then i do what lovers do with them and that's about it. i don't like to be bothered by people i'm not interested in and i make that perfectly clear. i don't do love, i just can't stand to hear people tell me they love me because there's no such thing. there's the need to be safe and feel secure and comfortable with a person. i don't need that because it's suffocating. whatever it is that people think love is, it's going to eventually smother someone and usually doesn't seem to end well. i don't want it. it won't happen.
we've asked about family , significant others , but what about a pet ?i don't have any pets, but i might get a snake.
last but not least - your best kept secret , what is it exactly ?
my dad was sitting in his office and it was probably two months after it happened that i approached him. there he was, wearing a pinstriped shirt and a wrinkled armani suit, the buttons undone and the jacket sleeves pulled up to his elbows in a mess. he didn't seem like he was doing anything and i just sat where he motioned for me to and spilled it out. i didn't know how else to tell him, i don't like to beat around the bush. so, i just told him. i told him that one of his interns had raped me. he didn't believe me and i'm glad because it didn't even happen. the look in his face though, knowing that your dad wouldn't believe you when you told him something like that... eyes wide, tight lips, knuckles just about as white as the snow in colorado, he trembled. he just sat there and trembled for what seemed like eternity and in one infinitesimal moment he was struggling to compose himself enough to tell me to get the fuck out of his office. i guess that's a horrible way of telling your dad that you lost your virginity and were three months pregnant, but i did it anyway. i don't regret it.
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It had been a long time since Nero even looked at another girl and thought that she could potentially be date able for him. Why? Because he was in love one moment and the very next he was miserable, regretful, spiteful and very much pained at the thought of what had happened to Alora. For years he believed that she was his cousin but was always drawn to her like the ever present moth to a flame. She was a free spirit, someone that people naturally wanted to be around because of her demeanor. It was nearly a godsend when she was informed that she was adopted because it started the ethereal girl on a downward spiral that Nero was bound to by heart. He couldn't let her suffer alone. While she was enduring her inner demons who fought with her ceaselessly, he was there holding her as tight as young man could. It was love, as true as love could be. He couldn't picture an eternity but he could see himself with her for as long as his mind could grasp. She was pregnant with his child and Nero had seriously been considering proposing to her because he couldn't see himself with any other girl. Isaak Avery could be blamed for shattering all of Nero's plans with her. He was driving that car that killed Alora, killed his mother, and killed Nero's unborn child. Time didn't matter, nobody mattered to him. All that the he could think of was the fact that she wasn't there anymore. Misery set in and didn't seem like it would ever leave, causing for the walls of his heart to wither and tear away. And then there was Lena Vasallo.
Just asking her out proved to be a difficult task for Nero. This wasn't due to any flaws in her, as far as he knew there weren't any to be found. He just couldn't even get the words out because he feared that he was out of shape when it came to dating. Alora had been his world for so long... The eighteen year old managed. though, to ask the bright eyed girl out and take her to eat at a place that he thought they'd be comfortable at. It wasn't like either of the two knew very much about dining at high end restaurants, neither could pronounce the Italian dish names correctly but they managed to enjoy one another's company none the less. Just sitting across from her made Nero feel like he was doing something beneficial to someone, and he couldn't help but admire her soft beauty and the sound of her voice, the way her lips curved into a smile. Everything that Lena had to tell he wanted to listen to. For the short amount of time that they had known one another a relationship had grown so quickly that there was no uprooting it. He couldn't forget Alora, but this girl came into his life and became significant in less than a week. He confided in her and it wasn't only because she looked so much like his Alora but because she could've been the same person with her up front personality and irresistible magnetism. Dinner with any other girl couldn't be as sweet as it was with Lena. Nero was positive that everyone was ecstatic when they finally left to take a walk into the all encompassing cold Chicago night. Heeding the pitter patter of her soles on the pavement, Nero beamed when their fingers interlaced with one another's and took a look up at the stars that fascinated her so much. He had to think and take in the fact that the night had gone so well. It all was just so good, too good.
He sighed quietly, finally feeling at ease with his life and with the present. He heard her question the stars and immediately thought of what she had told him about her life. Clearing his throat, he tilted his head and looked down at her as he spoke. "I'm sure you'd know how to answer that question... Tell me, how do you shine so bright Miss Vasallo?" Gently but swiftly, he stopped their walk and held her hand as he gave her a small spin and rested his hand on her hip very lightly as she faced him again. Love. It was love that was starting to build in him once again and only after three months of heartbreak. Smiles were difficult to hold back when he was with Lena, she was so endearing; so beautiful. It seemed like the past was finally becoming the solid past. Nero would soon be able to give his brothers a rest, leave his cousin alone and the brooding would end. How could he continue to feel so dejected if there was a new light in his life? To be around a girl like Lena was to be complete. All that he thought about was her, every girl that he spoke to was irrelevant now because he only saw one. Could it be that it was too much, too soon? If his happiness should be diminished he would love it all the more. It was only a month or so that he'd known her, but he felt like they'd been together for a lifetime. The night was made for Lena Vasallo and Nero Valensi.
Raising an upturned hand to her rosy cheek, he caressed her smooth skin and smiled as their eyes met. Her laugh was music to his ears. Tenderly pushing her hair out of her eyes with the same hand, he could feel his heart beating as hard as ever and hear the sound of the blood rushing through it. This was what it felt like to be alive. "I can only hope that you'll let me have more nights like this with you..." he murmured leaning close to her and brushing his lips against hers as he spoke. "You're wonderful." He finished hesitantly. Kissing a girl was something that he enjoyed only if the girl wanted it. He didn't know what else he wanted if not to kiss her right then and there. There was nothing that he could lose. He leaned closer, closed the distance, and cupping her face with his hand he kissed her. He gave her a long lasting saccharine kiss that you only read about in books. It wouldn't have felt right with anyone else. He didn't want this with anyone else.
Just asking her out proved to be a difficult task for Nero. This wasn't due to any flaws in her, as far as he knew there weren't any to be found. He just couldn't even get the words out because he feared that he was out of shape when it came to dating. Alora had been his world for so long... The eighteen year old managed. though, to ask the bright eyed girl out and take her to eat at a place that he thought they'd be comfortable at. It wasn't like either of the two knew very much about dining at high end restaurants, neither could pronounce the Italian dish names correctly but they managed to enjoy one another's company none the less. Just sitting across from her made Nero feel like he was doing something beneficial to someone, and he couldn't help but admire her soft beauty and the sound of her voice, the way her lips curved into a smile. Everything that Lena had to tell he wanted to listen to. For the short amount of time that they had known one another a relationship had grown so quickly that there was no uprooting it. He couldn't forget Alora, but this girl came into his life and became significant in less than a week. He confided in her and it wasn't only because she looked so much like his Alora but because she could've been the same person with her up front personality and irresistible magnetism. Dinner with any other girl couldn't be as sweet as it was with Lena. Nero was positive that everyone was ecstatic when they finally left to take a walk into the all encompassing cold Chicago night. Heeding the pitter patter of her soles on the pavement, Nero beamed when their fingers interlaced with one another's and took a look up at the stars that fascinated her so much. He had to think and take in the fact that the night had gone so well. It all was just so good, too good.
He sighed quietly, finally feeling at ease with his life and with the present. He heard her question the stars and immediately thought of what she had told him about her life. Clearing his throat, he tilted his head and looked down at her as he spoke. "I'm sure you'd know how to answer that question... Tell me, how do you shine so bright Miss Vasallo?" Gently but swiftly, he stopped their walk and held her hand as he gave her a small spin and rested his hand on her hip very lightly as she faced him again. Love. It was love that was starting to build in him once again and only after three months of heartbreak. Smiles were difficult to hold back when he was with Lena, she was so endearing; so beautiful. It seemed like the past was finally becoming the solid past. Nero would soon be able to give his brothers a rest, leave his cousin alone and the brooding would end. How could he continue to feel so dejected if there was a new light in his life? To be around a girl like Lena was to be complete. All that he thought about was her, every girl that he spoke to was irrelevant now because he only saw one. Could it be that it was too much, too soon? If his happiness should be diminished he would love it all the more. It was only a month or so that he'd known her, but he felt like they'd been together for a lifetime. The night was made for Lena Vasallo and Nero Valensi.
Raising an upturned hand to her rosy cheek, he caressed her smooth skin and smiled as their eyes met. Her laugh was music to his ears. Tenderly pushing her hair out of her eyes with the same hand, he could feel his heart beating as hard as ever and hear the sound of the blood rushing through it. This was what it felt like to be alive. "I can only hope that you'll let me have more nights like this with you..." he murmured leaning close to her and brushing his lips against hers as he spoke. "You're wonderful." He finished hesitantly. Kissing a girl was something that he enjoyed only if the girl wanted it. He didn't know what else he wanted if not to kiss her right then and there. There was nothing that he could lose. He leaned closer, closed the distance, and cupping her face with his hand he kissed her. He gave her a long lasting saccharine kiss that you only read about in books. It wouldn't have felt right with anyone else. He didn't want this with anyone else.
