cook, rory anderson

[rory anderson cook]

CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

RORY ANDERSON COOK *

people say i'm funny, okay i guess i can be when i'm in the mood, but i'm pretty... iffy. like sometimes i'm all into it, and sometimes i just want to be left alone, it's anyone's guess what it's going to be at that point in time. sometimes i'm happy and cheery and all into everyone's conversations, and then i can change on a dime, it's almost as if i suffer from bipolar disorder, but i don't. it's just, the way i am i guess. like there's certain things that irk me and those things drive me up the wall, and they only annoy me if i'm feeling a certain way, i'm so weird. no one knows for sure why i'm like this, but i try and spare my little sister from my state. my twin isn't so lucky since she's a bitch. i feel terrible after, but i feel so good when i'm verbally attacking someone when it happens. revenge isn't sweet after the fact i guess. my jokes are pretty sarcastic, and dry. i just like making people laugh even when i lay on my personality a bit thick. getting people to laugh makes me think that they're starting to like me a bit more, or something stupid like that. i like perverted jokes, i like funny jokes, and i like sarcasm.

i'm pretty friendly, or i try to be most of the time, but it's hard. i'm quite prejudice if i really think about it. i try not to judge people by their look and their styles, or who they hang out with, but it's difficult. i've just been around people who are exactly how i perceive them, not that that works out now in the real world, but you know. if someone needs help i'll probably debate helping them, if not just help them, it's the way i am i guess. if someone you know, is mean to me, i'm probably not really going to bother with them much. i just, i just don't like it and if someone has a bad opinion of me i try and change it. so yeah, also if you're like new around somewhere and you talk to me, i'll talk with you and help you out learning the ways about something. you know how it is. And if you look like a lost puppy I'll help you. c;

i'm a lost cause in the romance department. i don't know what's up or down, i'm a complete and utter failure. if i think something's romantic, it's not. trust me, there's no way any of the things i come up with are romantic. i can't tell flirting from an eye twitch, and i'm sure as hell a lost cause in the bedroom. i'm not a virgin, but i hardly have any experience, just saying. i'm like a freaking noob in that bit of the social world, just throwing that out there for you all to judge me by.

i'm pretty laid back. i don't care about a lot of things, and i make it obvious. school? eh, what about it? i slid by, i didn't do so hot in the wonderful jail system. you could consider me lazy, and even by my standards i am a lazy fat ass, but i don't care. the only things i really care about is being liked, having fun, music, and my friends. other than that i don't give a shit, i just want to have fun. but i must admit, i get frustrated so so so easily, it's super sad to admit, not to mention embarrassing, but it's the truth. if i'm having trouble with math or something, when i was in school. i'd throw my notebooks across the room totally annoyed with the whole concept of math or whatever the fuck it was. i just hate dealing with shit that doesn't make sense, or completely frustrates me. i stress out about that shit.

i'm selectively mature. back up where i said i have a lot of mood shifts? this also effects this too. sometimes i'll be goofy and loony and act like i'm seven, in fact most of the time. but other times i'm straight up difficult, and completely literal. sometimes i whine, and sometimes i get annoyed by childish behaviors. when i say sometimes i whine, i mean i do it a lot. sometimes i'll join in with the childish behaviors. i've been getting better though, over the years. i get pessimistic when i'm mature, very negative and it's annoying. a huge kill joy, if you know what i mean.

i'm super innocent, like i've never had sex and i haven't really had a boyfriend. it's strange because i came out to my parents about being gay and they were cool, i just never had a boyfriend. if i didn't mention it before, i can be bubbly and loud. i'm usually pretty happy. you could also classify me as a brat sometimes, but i swear i'm not. i'm a huge nerd, i play games and shit, it's real fun. speaking of nerdy, i'm pretty tech savvy so i'm the techie for back to the dead. and i'm sort of a huge klutz, just saying.

yeah so. i was born july 6, true life. i'm an only child, dig it. my mom and i are really really tight, and my dad and i have our moments. i grew up really into music and games, and i didn't have many friends because everyone thought i was weird. surprisingly enough even though i had ADHD to the worst degrees of terrible, i managed to sit still long enough to game and learn an instrument; guitar. well then came school, i wasn't very good at it, and i got picked on a lot. so high school i got friends, i got a life. i graduated and i didn't wanna go to college so i became a tech. so far it's the best life choice everrr

I COULD USE A

dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'

i'm megan. i'm super fantastically amazing. i'm sixteen, and i love alyssa with a burning passion of a thousand fiery suns.

Rory stumbled on the sidewalk, taking his usual route to the record label. He was late and he knew that Lenni was going to have non of that. She already babied him like no body's business. It was surprising that she'd even let him come alone today. Didn't she say something about a meeting or something? A meeting with a lawyer, something about... copyrights? God he needed to listen, although in his defense he was sleeping when she told him, or deep into a covert mission on one of his many games. He'd been so worried about being so late that he never got to have his morning cigarette. It was killing him, he needed his nicotine otherwise he wouldn't function today. There was just something about altering his daily routine like that that just didn't stick right. It was like changing the dinner plans right before dinner, like changing a game plan that worked well. He was stressed and tired; stressed because he couldn't think lately, and tired because he didn't sleep last night.

He bit his lip anxiously. Surely there would be enough time to have a quick smoke on the way to the label. His tattooed hand slid into his jean short pocket and retrieved his red carton of cowboy killers and his cheap yellow lighter. Rory impatiently pulled at the paper carton, he couldn't get the sweet cancerous stick fast enough. His fingers expertly placed the filtered end between his readily parted lips; he flicked his lighter and lit his cigarette. The two objects, the ones that seemed so important to his sanity before, so incredibly dire to his well-being, were discarded carelessly back into his pocket. Rory felt better almost instantly having the feeling of the object between his lips. It was as if everything was now right in the world, like there was no wars and no children starving. It was as if peace and serenity actually existed in this world, that was just a false illusion though. There was no way either of those two things existed in this god forgotten world.

His lungs quickly drew in the toxic air that was emitted from his cancer causing cylinder. It calmed him, his shoulders relaxed and his mind forgot about being late. It didn't even matter to him that Lenni and his mother detested his sick habits. He needed them, he was completely dependent on those stupid rolls of paper. Rory found it nearly impossible to do absolutely anything without those silly items. His whole life nearly revolved around them, well except for his gaming, and eating, and sleeping, he could do those things quite well without cigarettes. Maybe he was a freak. The funny thing was that it never once seemed to bother the slender boy. He couldn't care less about his sickening habits. They were normal to him, he truly, as much as it pained him to think about, couldn't care less what his loved ones thought about his addiction. It was his choice, he made the bed he'd lay in it, not to mention he liked how quickly it ended all of his fears. It calmed him instantly, it was sort of like a hug from his mother. Completely soothing, like the toxic fumes caressed his insides as it tainted his lungs further.

Rory glanced quickly down at his flip-flops, and nearly completely bare feet and wondered why he didn't wear shoes that could cover his feet. He couldn't count the times he'd almost lost his toes and cried when someone dropped something on them, or even stood on them. He really should learn from experience. He stopped outside the record label's building. There was always something oddly welcoming about this place, perhaps it was that it was his home away from his mother and Lenni. Whatever. He stood around with the other smokers that occupied the jobs at this particular building. He nodded respectively to some of the few people that he knew, and one familiar face almost shocked him. It was someone he hadn't seen in a while. He held a respectable conversation of complete and utter shit before throwing his cigarette butt into the trash.

His next mistake was huge; walking backwards. That was never a good idea. The worst part was when you backed into someone. Rory stiffened and his self esteem plummeted as he backed into someone. He knew something was off immediately when the smell of coffee entered his nostrils. "Fuck." he commented under his breath. His mind started to attack his intellect, and his face turned hot. He felt like crying, but he prayed that he could hold off until he got to Lenni's office. He turned slowly to look at who he'd just bumped into and his heart broke. It was an attractive man.

thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you

this application was made by two birds. of caution. steal and her hoard of zombies will come and eat your brains.