DragonMando

Okay, I've actually counted them all now. I have 14 and only two of them have cases that match each other. 8 are animal printed 5 are solid colours (2 brown, 1 black, and 2wo green) 1 is solid black on one side and has a cheetah embroidered onto the other

lmao they really aren't that big, it's just the angle of the phone... ...*covers mouth*...really? I always thought my mouth was really funky looking. And agreed on all points on the other guys

A wild Jay appears! Without glasses! ...my hair needs to be longer.

A bit of a warning...please, please, PLEASE don't move to a small town. I grew up in small towns and rural areas and I've resented my parents my whole life for the lack of opportunities for everything. People in small towns tend to be pricks about everything from how you talk and walk to your clothes to even having the wrong personality or not having a big enough tractor. On top of that, when I got older and started looking for work, there's NOTHING. Two weeks twice a summer for hay baling crews, but that's it for jobs where I live, unless you're 6'3" and 200 pounds of muscle, then you might make it 14 weeks a year as a logger. A small to mid-sized city would be my recommendation. Something big enough that there's opportunity for them to be social and get a job when they're older, but small enough that the crime rates are still down. Something with a population in the mid-tens of thousands is massive around here, but I know a lot of you guys probably think 40-60k is tiny. It's still enough that everything is there if you look, but not so big that it's easy to drown.

Happy birthday!

I don't really discriminate being guys and girls. If something's going to go badly, I let them take the first swing and I'll act in self-defense only. As far as overall manners, I don't discriminate there either. If someone's right behind me, I'll hold the door for them and let them go first, blah-dee-blah blah. Though I still have my fair share of rude...without picking up a book on courtesy I plain just don't know a lot of manners, but what I do know I try to follow. It doesn't help that I have a little bit of custom and courtesy from a dozen cultures, but don't know enough of any one to be a real gentleman in any >_<

I'm not really attached to my phone at all...until I don't have it. It spends most of its time turned off or on vibrate in my pocket, so people can leave messages if they have to, but I don't answer unless it's convenient/an appropriate time. I'll leave it on my desk for days and be fine. But the day I spent without a phone at all because it got run over by an 18-wheeler and had to be replaced...I thought I'd die. This may also be a shocker, but I don't have texting, either. Someday maybe, when I have a job, but I haven't died without it yet. It also keeps my phone from ringing more than twice a week (both of those usually being my mother telling me to get out of bed)

I may or may not, could possibly but not guaranteed be crushing a little on Lacey now...and Em a titch...nobody else yet though

I've never made friend's easily, and so don't have many people that I'd call such. Most of the people I've met are acquaintances--I know their faces, maybe their names (I'm horrid with names), and I can engage in small talk with them, but I wouldn't tell them anything I wouldn't mind the whole planet knowing. I've got less than ten people I'd actually call friends, and three best friends that I can tell anything to and feel safe. To qualify as a friend, the person has to earn my trust over time and prove themselves loyal and honest. I can't stand wishy-washy people. I want someone I can count on when I'm in trouble. In the same manner, I'll return the favour. However, slight me, and you'll lose my trust, which is something very difficult to redeem, though it's easier if said friend is repentant. This doesn't mean I'm not social...I'm just very insecure and tend to be almost paranoid of people in general. It's easier to be friendly over the Internet, I guess, because I don't have someone's eyes on me, making me skittish.

Wolverine...or any of Hugh Jackman's characters, really. Or Johnny Depp. Or Jude from Dom's Ordinary Us

April for me

Unless you're a chick needing hair done for homecoming, avoid me and my fashions at all cost. They get looks of all the wrong kinds. Usually I'm colour-coordinated, but I tend to wear stuff a bit baggy and intentionally outdated, unless I've been suckered into loving a particular shirt (right now it's my black Batman T-shirt and my Jeff Dunham shirt). Let me give an example (however, I don't have pictures.) It is not unusual for me to appear downtown in my hometown wearing a homespun tunic, honest-to-god breeches, black leather boots, swordbelt with or without broadsword attached but always at least one small self-defense weapon, black leather gloves, and a riding cloak, all with my hair left to fall in my eyes or wherever else it wants to. This isn't what you wear when you're hoping for a date, I've been noticing. The next day, I'll be wearing everything a size too big with chains all over, cruising around on my skateboard. Again, it's screaming "RUN AWAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!1one!"

I don't chuck a book unfinished very often, but when I do, I'm usually pretty irritated with it. I can only think of two at the moment, one of them being when I was in highschool and literally threw my bible out my second story window and into the cow pasture. I couldn't stand the thing anymore

Thanks, Ramon! This time I'm saving that somewhere so I don't lose it again

Happy Birthday, Kevin!

I've never understood gossiping or the need to be a gossip, therefore I just ignore tabloids and media shows. I guess I've always figured that I didn't like being talked about, so why would I talk about someone else?

I like a good buildup, but it better get to the sex part eventually, with some more story after. Sex, sex, sex isn't really that appealing unless I'm in just the right mood. I want an actual story if I'm going to read something, I guess.

I heard it when I was very little and I don't remember the title, the authour, or most of the words, but I remember a couple of lines. "...And the sea tells me and sky, 'Someone small, someone small, but a part of it all'" I've been trying to find that poem again ever since, but I've never found it. I remember what it meant to me though, because I was really depressed at the time, and it helped remind me that no matter how pathetic I felt, I was part of something bigger than myself and could make things better if I stopped being selfish for a little while.

My favourite colour changes regularly, but right now it's that deep, rich sapphire blue. Like the cobalt glass you see in stores where it's deep blue with a hint of violet to it. It's a very calming colour

I've never really been solid on my definition of love, but I'll give my best shot. Real love is being happy in making your lover happy, even if you need something from them. You'll be content knowing you made them smile. You'll do the little things just because you can: you'll randomly give them small gifts or make breakfast for them, you'll tidy the house/apartment or wash their car. They might not even notice, but it doesn't matter because you love them either way. Love is accepting them for who they are, not what you want them to be. Love is being there for them even if you had a bad day and aren't in the mood. Love is doing your very best to be gentle, even when you're angry. It's doing what you know is right, even when it hurts. Yeah, I'm a hopeless sap

DragonMando (dragon_mando on most other sites) is a combination of two of my obsessions: Dragons (obviously) and Mandalorians, a warrior race from Star Wars

Currently, my favourite is Creamy Poppyseed, but when we don't have that, I just use straight balsamic vinegar

I shower. Our tub is just way too tiny for me to be at all comfy in

I would simply call it "varied." Personally, a mix of a lot of detail in some sentences along with some short and sweet ones can greatly aid the flow of the story. It also helps keep the mind from getting detail-overload or feel like things were too rushed. It takes some work to get right though.