Unloveable?
...Perhaps not.
Someone intends to try and love me. He told me so.
Following that natural high I fled directly into the arms of my loving fiance´ (HO!) and he provided me with a chemical one. But I'm getting ahead of myself. This was much after a long and dreary flight into one of the dreariest places I've ever seen, and that's saying a lot, as I grew up in Manchester.
My other loving fiancees undoubtedly expected both of us to arrive in quite a state and came prepared with cups of coffee and stern looks to sober us up and prevent us from singing any more pub songs. By the time the caffeine kicked in, I realized I had my arm around Liam. I hope it isn't infected.
So there we were, wondering what the bloody hell we were doing in Utah.
We did what any group of self-respecting celebrities would do in this instance. We grabbed a bite to eat, ingested some substances which are...shall we say...outside the normal scope of the law, and went to a large amusement park.
One of the best things about our time there was that there was that we had a sort of anonymity there that is difficult to achieve elsewhere in the country. The only person who had very much to worry about was Kate, and she wore large sunglasses. Of course, most of the park, and probably most of Salt Lake has probably never heard my music, or Liam's, and Kelly's films are probably a bit over their heads as well. It was lovely.
After night fell, and we all had our fill of all the glee the park had to offer, we headed back to our hotel rooms to get in touch with our emotions further. We attempted playing cards, but that fell through, and so instead we told each other a bit about our histories. I learned almost more than I wanted to know, and probably remember only half of it.
And now, the come down. Everyone's leaving me. I had been planning on staying for a couple days longer, but I'll be damned if I'm going to stay in this city a moment after my companions have gone (and I probably would be damned as well). I've made some adjustments to my travel plans, and I'm going to make a stopover in Los Angeles to check in on my other home and see some wonderful friends before I return sometime this weekend.
I'm looking forward to the visit. But not nearly as much as I'm looking forward to my return.
Edit: How could I forget the other jouyous occasion that occurred recently? Apparently I've been reunited with my lost lost son jordan_i_pundik. He has a good combination of my looks, and that of Quentin Tarantino. I wonder if Quentin even remembers that night we spent together, in the not so distant past. He'd no doubt be so proud of our dear child.
Someone intends to try and love me. He told me so.
Following that natural high I fled directly into the arms of my loving fiance´ (HO!) and he provided me with a chemical one. But I'm getting ahead of myself. This was much after a long and dreary flight into one of the dreariest places I've ever seen, and that's saying a lot, as I grew up in Manchester.
My other loving fiancees undoubtedly expected both of us to arrive in quite a state and came prepared with cups of coffee and stern looks to sober us up and prevent us from singing any more pub songs. By the time the caffeine kicked in, I realized I had my arm around Liam. I hope it isn't infected.
So there we were, wondering what the bloody hell we were doing in Utah.
We did what any group of self-respecting celebrities would do in this instance. We grabbed a bite to eat, ingested some substances which are...shall we say...outside the normal scope of the law, and went to a large amusement park.
One of the best things about our time there was that there was that we had a sort of anonymity there that is difficult to achieve elsewhere in the country. The only person who had very much to worry about was Kate, and she wore large sunglasses. Of course, most of the park, and probably most of Salt Lake has probably never heard my music, or Liam's, and Kelly's films are probably a bit over their heads as well. It was lovely.
After night fell, and we all had our fill of all the glee the park had to offer, we headed back to our hotel rooms to get in touch with our emotions further. We attempted playing cards, but that fell through, and so instead we told each other a bit about our histories. I learned almost more than I wanted to know, and probably remember only half of it.
And now, the come down. Everyone's leaving me. I had been planning on staying for a couple days longer, but I'll be damned if I'm going to stay in this city a moment after my companions have gone (and I probably would be damned as well). I've made some adjustments to my travel plans, and I'm going to make a stopover in Los Angeles to check in on my other home and see some wonderful friends before I return sometime this weekend.
I'm looking forward to the visit. But not nearly as much as I'm looking forward to my return.
Edit: How could I forget the other jouyous occasion that occurred recently? Apparently I've been reunited with my lost lost son jordan_i_pundik. He has a good combination of my looks, and that of Quentin Tarantino. I wonder if Quentin even remembers that night we spent together, in the not so distant past. He'd no doubt be so proud of our dear child.