Post by RORY FIONN BRENNAN on Jun 4, 2012 5:20:15 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #7a9aa9, bTable][tr][cs=2] rory fionn brennan. twenty three. local. ryan gosling. | |
[rs=2] | ten adjectives. sweet. gentle. mild. smart. amiable. rich. perfectionist. mess. artificial. aloof. nine favourites. colour: blue number: three person: conor brennan (brother) animal: dogs song: (i can’t get no) satisfaction – the rolling stones movie: aliens book: fight club drink: double vodka and coke food: pizza eight random facts. - he’s irish, and moved to miami when he was twelve - he’s the middle sibling in a bunch of triplets - he’s a vegetarian - he did not go to college - he does not own a car or a valid drivers license - he lost his virginity at fourteen - but has only had one sexual partner his whole life - he’s double jointed seven recent purchases. 20 pack l&m lights. 2l bottle of unbranded vodka. the miami herald. aspirin. new apartment key. three pack of black biros. packet of post-it notes. six recently sent texts. to friend: “thanks mate. really needed a night out. no, still no hangover. it must be my super power. i am captain morning after: tremble before my ability to feel absolutely fine after a bender.” to friend: “ha! but seriously, i’ve told you time and time again. the key is moderation. you gotta know your limits. that’s all.” to ex: “hi liv. i saw you last night on the boardwalk. just wanted to let you know you looked fantastic. who was that you were with?” to ex: “just curious. you said we could be friends. i’m just being a friend, taking an interest in your life.” to ex: “where’d you even hear that? autumn’s not anything. she’s just a roommate. i don’t even like her. c’mon, liv. have you seen her? she’s not my type.” to sister: “sorry to hear about the audition not panning out, but don’t dwell on it. they don’t know what they’re missing out on. chin up, lovely. looking forward to seeing you next month. xx” five things in wallet. twenty dollars. expired drivers license. small photo of ex-fiancée. debit card. two sticks of spearmint gum. four hobbies. reading. running. learning foreign languages. poker. three voicemail messages. “Hello Rory love. You’re not picking up your phone – is everything okay? I’m just calling to see how things are going with that Autumn girl. Are you two getting along? I know you’re angry with me for organising this behind your back, but you have to understand where I’m coming from. That I’m not comfortable with the idea of you living on your own after… I just worry about you, on the other side of the city, feeling so low. It’s for the best that you have someone with you right now. Give me a call, won’t you? I just want to know you’re okay. I love you.” – Aoife Brennan (mother) “Hey little brother. Haven’t heard from you in, what? Two months? That’s not on. Look, you made me pick up the phone and everything! We both know that you’re the one in charge of making sure we keep in touch. Slacking, Rory. You’re slacking. Ha! No, but on a serious note… Dar told me what happened with that Olivia girl. I guess you’re in a bad place right now. I mean, eight years. And… being engaged and then… not being engaged. Just wow. That’s gotta suck. Shit, I’m not helping, am I? Um. Uh. Racking my brains for brotherly wisdom… Fuck it. Just give me a call. You’ll have a beer on your end of the line and I’ll have a beer on mine and we can just… rant about women. Yeah? Long-distance post-break up party. It’ll be great.” – Conor Brennan (brother) “Where are you, kiddo? Your dad wants you to be sitting in on today’s board meeting. Starts in twenty minutes. You gotta be here or he’s going to lose his shit. I know they’re boring as sin, but you can’t miss another one. You can’t just not turn up again. You’re the only kid worth shit he has, so don’t let him down, okay? Okay.” – Parker Black (assistant to Rory’s father) two opinions. “Of my three children, Rory is the one I’m most proud of. What, a father isn’t supposed to play favourites? Well, what would you do, with my three? Conor is a useless drunk, buggered off back to Ireland the second he turned eighteen. He never did forgive his mam and I for moving the family out here when the triplets were young. Darcy decided to move out west to become an actress – hasn’t hit it yet, probably because she’s ugly as sin and couldn’t pull of a decent performance if her life depended on it. She doesn’t talk to us anymore, her own parents. But Rory? Rory is all you could hope for in a son. He’s intelligent, dedicated, and he knows his place in the world. Naturally, when I retire, he’ll inherit the business, and when I die, he’ll get everything else. There’s no contest. His whole life he’s shown me he knows what’s what. He’s got his old man’s brain, and his mam’s looks, and the whole world is his oyster.” – Quinn Brennan, father “Rory is… Rory is… Well. Rory is a good man. He’s kind right down to his core. I dated him for eight years and I never once saw him lose his temper – I don’t even know if he’s got a temper to lose. When you’re with Rory… (smiles) He makes you feel like the only person in the entire world that matters. He makes you feel like you’re special, and unique, and that you matter in the grand scheme of things. It’s easy to fall in love with him. It is. I did it again and again and again. I must have made up my mind to leave him a dozen times, but I never did because… because I knew I probably wouldn’t do any better. I’d never find someone who’d love me so completely, just for who I was. I guess the reason I finally did pack my bags and walk out was because I realised… he didn’t love me. I mean, he thought he did, but he didn’t. Rory… doesn’t love anyone. He just tells you what you want to hear, acts like you want him to. He has this fixation on being absolutely perfect all of the time. The perfect son, the perfect employee, the perfect fiancé. He’s so obsessed with behaving exactly like he’s supposed to that he has no idea how to let go and be his own person. The thing about Rory Brennan is… when you scratch the perfect surface, there’s nothing real beneath.” – Livvy Price, ex-fiancée one secret. “I’ve only been out of the hospital for three weeks. I told anyone who asked it was appendicitis. In truth, I’d say the hospitalisation had a lot more to do with the bottle and a half of sleeping pills I took to try and off myself. No one knows about it but my mother (and she only knows because she was the one who found me and called the ambulance), and she’s agreed to keep it a secret. Why’d I do it? I’ll tell you right away it wasn’t because of Livvy. That messed me up, her leaving me, but not enough to want to die over it. I guess her leaving woke me up. Showed me the reality of the life I was living, and I didn’t like what I saw. I hated my pointless life and all the meaningless things in it. I was sick and tired of the whole world being fake. I guess I wanted something real, or maybe just a way out. I wasn’t thinking clearly at the time. I wasn’t thinking at all. Things are better now. They won’t get that bad again.” |
pun. nineteen. some. |
