Praise the sweet, baby Jesus, I am
done and it is
glorious. I feel warm, I feel fuzzy, I feel ...
accomplished. BUT ENOUGH ABOUT ME. This is James. James is forty years old (actually, his birthday is next week -- CELEBRATE, BITCHES!), happily married to
asomervaille, but that doesn't stop him from being a kissing slut and the world is his chair. Or at least he's a kissing slut and the world is his chair when he's
drunk, and he has to imbibe plenty to actually reach the drunk stage by now, so really, it's not surprising if he ends up kissing people that aren't his wife, and he'll just sit on anyone's lap when he feels like it. He's shameless, really. He's shameless when he's sober, too, but a little more controlled. Anyway, he has ridiculous and fun bromance with
jredford, so if anyone else is Jim's bro, they'd have to be James's bro, too. Sorry, guys, that's the rules. James is an
ac-tor, and has been for years. He's A-List, you know. Be impressed, guys! He's lived in L.A. since he was twenty-seven, made babies at age thirty, thirty-five, and thirty-eight respectively, and in the three year span of twenty-seven to thirty had various affairs with womenfolk until he felt bad about it and realized Angela was his one twu wuv. But he can have plenty of ex flings~ given that, and even from New York, too, 'cause everyone's from NY apparently? But the past is the awkward past, so it would be at best a platonic line, at funniest something awkward, and at worst, haterade. He also has a tendency to go through personal assistants, given his penchant to send them on four am ice cream runs or drunk dial them. Anyway, I need anything, everything, and then some. I am willing to plot, and still have deets I have to work through with people. Feel free to hit me with your crazy ideas, given how James is pretty crazy himself. Also feel free to check ze bio~ (and fire ze missiles!) for something just a little less rambly.