OOC: Based on a plot device with miss_brady

James rented an unassuming Ford Taurus from Hertz, leaving his McLaren SLR in his driveway. He had slipped into black jeans, his black leather jacket, and had put on a black beanie for good measure, even though it wasn't cold enough for one ( Read more... )

I remember back in high school when my creative writing teacher would have us do a story based out of something that happened to us. Years later, there was an old saying in my RP group that our characters were pieces of us, usually exaggerated, to give that spark that's easy to understand since its so familiar ( Read more... )

I liked the idea, so I decided to do it, too. Have to keep in good standing with my main man crush, after all.

James' Wishlist- World peace. No, it's cheesy, I know. But really. Why can't we all just get along? It's really, really not that hard ( Read more... )

So, here's a mini-update of what my life has been like for the past few weeks.

I travelled to Tuscany with Z, where I ended up taking over her grandfather's vineyard. I'm the owner now, but completely in the dark about what to do, so I'm relying on Z and the good staff that are working the fields to know what they're doing. Oh, and Ian? The grapes ( Read more... )

THE RULES: * Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like ( Read more... )

Okay. I don't know why I'm so in love with this video. Kind of .. sums up relationships, I guess. Getting caught up in something, becoming consumed by it, letting it become a part of you, and then moving on to whatever's next.

Sorry for the Lifetime moment, folks.

Video is here. Seriously, watch it.

Another excruciatingly long day of discussing iambic pentameter, of discussing what is meant by this word as opposed to that, of trying to incite some sort of passion for literature that James knew his students (the majority) wouldn't have. As he entered his apartment, he collapsed down onto his living room couch, letting his bag fall haphazardly ( Read more... )

James had forced himself to ignore her. More importantly, he had forced himself to ignore him, the man who slept next to her at night. The man who was now tasting the salt on her skin, the intoxicating mixture that James himself had once been addicted to. The man who now called her name and knew she would be there. The man who had taken James' ( Read more... )

It had caught him off guard. He had thought himself delusional when he felt her laugh swirling in his mind, getting tangled with the music he hadn't yet written and the words of the song from the earphones. As painful as the separation had been, there was some glimmer of - what was it? Hope? Hope that them seeing each other again would maybe ( Read more... )

After finally sharing this with someone (thanks for not freaking, by the way), I figured I might as well start working on getting over my nerves. So ( Read more... )