Post by JAMES RYAN MORGAN on Mar 7, 2009 13:59:21 GMT -6
james ryan morgan
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"I hate interviews with a passion. But, since you're so interested in me I'll cooperate. The name's James Ryan Morgan. Don't ask me where the name came from, because I don't know. My mom apparently picked it out. Thankfully, my dad had no say in it other than my last name of course."
AWESOME! SO ARE YOU MALE OR FEMALE? OR SOMETHING ELSE? YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO SURE NOWADAYS..
"I'm obviously a cross-dresser. God, are you dumb? I'm a guy."
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
"I'm twenty-two years old born on July 19th, and just for the hell of it, a senior in college. I really don't need to go considering I'm either A. going to be a boxer or B. going to take over my father's business. But I enrolled anyway, about to get my degree in Business Management."
WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
"I'm from Atlantic City, New Jersey."
NOW MOVING ONTO WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE. HOW TALL ARE YOU, AND IF YOU DON'T MIND ME ASKING, HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH?
"I stand at six foot two and I don't know how much I weigh. Probably 200 lbs. or something. I'm very built so it's all muscle baby."
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU MOSTLY INTO: GUYS, GIRLS OR BOTH?
"Women make the world go 'round."
WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT?
"I'm an amazing boxer. I work hard at the sport and it pays off in the end. I've been known to be pretty beastly at Guitar Hero. I make hilarious impressions of girls. I can tell the cheesiest jokes and still make people laugh. Surfing is pretty fun. The camera loves me."
COOL. WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"I'm more of a fighter than a lover. I'm not good at saying 'I love you', in fact, last time I said it was probably to my mom and she's been long gone for a while now. Don't ask me to sing. Ever. Don't ask me to cook either, that's what chefs are for."
AWW, THAT SUCKS. WHAT DO YOU LIKE?"
"women, sex, alcohol, an occasional cigarette, action movies, boxing, parties, good times, laughter, tattoos, nice cars, buffets, laughing at himself, being the life of the party, beaches, vacations, being away from his father, hats, Christmas, fast cars, old TV shows, music, laughing at other people (especially when they trip or fall), dancing, strippers, working out, funny people. did i mention women and sex?"
I LIKE SOME OF THOSE THINGS TOO! WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE?
"annoying people, boring parties, boring people, people who can't take a joke, awkward silences, country music, ignorance, women who cry in front of him, his dad, pointless movies (Napoleon Dynamite), sushi, watermelon, fat people, ugly people, gay guys who act and talk like girls."
I SEE. WHAT ARE SOME OF THE THINGS THAT YOU FEAR?
"Why is this getting so damn personal? Ugh. I fear love. I fear dying without experiencing love. I have a slight fear of homosexual men. They just creep me out."
WHAT ABOUT THE FUTURE, DO YOU HAVE ANY HOPES AND DREAMS?"
"To become a professional boxer. I hope my dad dies soon."
GOOD LUCK WITH THOSE! OKAY, SO I LIKE ABIT OF GOSSIP. DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS? I WON'T TELL ANYONE.
"You better not tell anyone...I'm capable of killing. Anyway, I'm a sucker for romance. I slept with a teddy bear until I was about 14. Gay guys creep me out. I was hit on by a gay guy once."
WOW. TELL ME A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOUR PERSONALITY. I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU'RE LIKE AS A PERSON.
"I'm an ass hole. I judge people quickly, and if I don't like them I let it be known. I'm not afraid to speak my mind. I don't care about other people's feelings, unless they're one of my very close friends. I am immensely shallow. I choose not to associate with fat or ugly people. Don't bother telling me how mean that is, because I know I'm an ass hole and am perfectly fine with that fact. I have a horrible temper. I tend to act before I think which usually gets me into some kind of trouble. I like to take risks, and hold the label of being a "bad boy". Only my friends get to see the good side of me. I can be the most fun guy you'll ever meet once you get to know me and I let you in. I'm funny, outgoing, and always up for a good party. I drink a lot so that's always amusing. I love cracking jokes and making people laugh. It's my specialty really. Heh. I'm a huge flirt. I see a nice looking woman and I have no problem going up to her and working my charm. I'm a very cocky person, so flirting is no issue with me. And, I guess that's about it. "
WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND?
"First off and most importantly, they have to be good looking. Nice eyes and smile. I'm a sucker for long legs too. And a curvy body can't hurt either. She has to be able to laugh at herself and have a good sense of humor. Seductive is a good trait, I like 'em feisty every now and then. "
WELL I GUESS THAT PUTS ME OUT OF THE RUNNING. WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE IN A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND?
"Stupidity is my worst turn-off. I refuse to have anything to do with a stupid girl, especially if she's blonde. I haven't come across many blondes that are up to my standards so I tend to stick with dark haired women. Women who don't eat is a turn-off. They need to have a good appetite. I'm not saying they should eat twinkies all day, but there isn't anything more annoying than when a girl doesn't eat in front of you because she thinks it makes her look like a pig. Just frickin' eat, it's apart of life."
OKAY, WELL I'M GOING TO ASK WHAT SOME OF YOUR FAVOURITES ARE NOW, OKAY?
"Why are you asking me if it's okay? You didn't have any trouble asking what my secrets were without permission."
FAVOURITE FOOD & DRINK?
"Spaghetti & Vodka."
FAVOURITE MOVIE & TV SHOW?
"Madea's Family Reunion, it's some hilarious shit. Law & Order."
FAVOURITE BAND/SINGER?
"T-Pain."
FAVOURITE COLOUR?
"I don't have one."
FAVOURITE LYRIC OR QUOTE?
"Me love you long time."
THAT WAS FUN. TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR PARENTS.
"My mom is a whore. Her name's Sasha. She left me with my dad when I was young. She was most likely cheating throughout her whole marriage with my dad, and probably left us for some other rich business man. I haven't seen her since she left. I hate her for leaving me with my dad. My dad's name is David. I hate him even more than my mother. He abused me until I was about 16. That was when I started boxing and was able to hold my own. My dad's a bastard and my mom's a hoe. It would be wise of you to never ask me about my parents again."
DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?
"I don't have any siblings. At least, none that I know of. I probably have a few step siblings floating around somewhere that I haven't been told about. My mom got around."
TELL ME ABOUT A REALLY GOOD TIME IN YOUR LIFE.
"A good time in my life....When I turned eighteen and moved out of my father's house. I moved here to Wells Beach and have been living here since. I took a nice chunk of money from my dad's bank account, which allowed me to purchase a large house overlooking the beach. "
THAT SOUNDS AWESOME. WHAT ABOUT A NOT-SO-GOOD TIME ON YOUR LIFE?
"Oh, hmm, I don't know. Maybe the sixteen years I spent with my father beating up on me in a drunken rage."
OH DEAR. I THINK THIS INTERVIEW IS OVER NOW. HAS ANYONE EVER TOLD YOU THAT YOU LOOK ALIKE LIKE CAM GIGANDET? COS YOU REALLY DO. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME.
"Doubt it. No one's as good looking as me."
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erica
WANTS TO LOVE ME WOO OOH, WILL NEVER LEAVE ME WOO OOH
DON'T TRUST A HO, NEVER TRUST A HO, WON'T TRUST A HO
'CAUSE THE HO WON'T TRUST ME[/color][/font]
HOWEVER, SHE HAPPENS TO BE ONLY SIXTEEN YEARS OLD
AND NOT ONLY THAT, BUT ONLY HAS FOUR YEARS OF EXPERIENCE WITH THIS.
IF I CHANGE MY MIND I'LL BE SURE TO CONTACT YOU ON PM
TO HIT YOU UP IN THE EASTERN TIMEZONE. HOWEVER, THAT'S ONLY IF YOU
CAN PROVE TO ME THAT YOU'LL BE WORTH MY TIME.
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It was sometimes fun for James to think about what kind of guy he would be if he didn’t party as much. If he’d had strict parents who actually kept him home to study instead of just waiting for his inheritance. James would definitely be a nicer person overall, what with all the discipline he would have. But then again, the bad side of having strict parents was that he’d probably always have his face dug into a book of some sort. Oh he’d probably wear suspenders too. He didn’t know why but whenever he thought of a bookworm, suspenders always came to mind. And not to mention, James would be one boring person without the life he has now. No parties meant no social life for James, and that would be no good. For James, having a social life was everything that made his life so good; besides the wealth and the nice things. He’d be nothing without the parties and social gatherings. That was basically how he made most of his friends. In fact, if he could remember correctly, that was how he met Blake. It was good they did meet because there was something weird about Blake.
No, not a bad weird. There was just something that drew James to her. Something that was different than other girls. She possessed something, but James couldn’t quite put his finger on it. But instead of letting it irk him and throw him off of his game, he just let it drift off into the back of his mind. He’d try not to think anything of it. It’s not like they were dating or anything, so there was no point in letting it get to him. They were only friends, with the occasional drunken make out. But of course, both of them knew that those didn’t mean anything. At least, it wasn’t supposed to mean anything. Most of the time it didn’t mean anything to James, but when James was more sober than drunk, he actually enjoyed their “romantic” moments together on a different kind of level. It even freaked him out a bit, which only caused him to drink more whenever it happened. That always seemed to help him forget about the weird feeling in the pit of his stomach he got when they kissed.
When James received Blake’s next text message, he smirked. Well then, that’s what she thought, eh? He chuckled lightly to himself, the cab driver giving him a weird look. James simply ignored it. He was only jealous that James was sharing an interesting conversation with a hot girl and he was stuck driving a cab around the city all night. Not to mention he probably got lousy tips. James would save his reply to her text for when they were finally face to face. He was sure she’d get a laugh out of his reaction to her bull shit statement about him. The fact that she was joking was known to James though, so he wasn’t insulted in the least. Plus, it was very hard to insult James anyway, what with his jumbo sized ego and everything. Even if he did insult easily, he wouldn’t be sine he was so close to Blake. Besides, James didn’t spend that much time in the mirror really. Only when he was getting ready to go out somewhere would he look in the mirror and actually evaluate what he was wearing or how he looked. But then again…James does go out a lot. Well that doesn’t really mean anything. Like I said before, James was no pretty boy. He didn’t stare himself down in a mirror 24/7.
It was a few minutes later that James was standing in front of Blake, receiving a friendly kiss on the cheek. He smiled and lead her to the bar. After flagging down the bartender, and avoiding a few puddles of alcohol on the counter, James ordered a vodka tonic for himself. What’ll you have? he questioned. He then turned to Blake as she began to speak again. James shrugged casually when she commented him. Yeah well, since I apparently spend so much time in the mirror… he said accusingly, his mouth turning down into a frown. First you say I’m a girl and now you’re calling me a pretty boy. What’s next? I don’t think I’ll be buying you that drink now, he teased, unable to hold the frown he had worked so hard to get. James looked her up and down slightly, offering a smirk of approval. Even though you called me a pretty boy, you look pretty hot yourself babe, he complimented. Finally, their drinks arrived and James immediately took the glass of vodka into his hand. He lifted the glass to his lips and let the strong alcohol flow down his throat, the familiar burning of the liquid satisfying to his taste buds.
The half empty glass was set back down on the counter as Blake mentioned she hadn’t been out in a long time. Well jeez, maybe I shouldn’t have invited such a nerd tonight, he teased, smirking lightly. If James went months without going out to the club or a party, he’d probably die of boredom. There was really nothing else he could do with his days except for study. But that was never fun and there was no way he’d meet any hot girls cooped up in his room studying. James pretended to put some serious thought into her question. He knew immediately though, that he would definitely dance with her tonight. He just wanted to have some suspense leading up to his answer. He even added that “iffy” kind of facial expression, hinting that his answer was leaning towards a no. I don’t know…I’m not much of a dancer, he lied, lifting a brow before offering a light smirk. God, he was just so bad at lying. James smiled slightly. Okay, okay. I promise. And maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll dance with you more than once, he said, winking playfully. James chuckled lightly at the next promise she wanted him to keep. He remembered a time when she got that drunk. James could hold his liquor pretty well, so he wasn’t completely wasted. It was funny watching Blake stumble to the cab though. That won’t be happening. If anyone so much as looks at you weird, I’ll greet them with my fist, he said, half joking and half serious. He could be extremely protective, especially with really close friends such as Blake.
No, not a bad weird. There was just something that drew James to her. Something that was different than other girls. She possessed something, but James couldn’t quite put his finger on it. But instead of letting it irk him and throw him off of his game, he just let it drift off into the back of his mind. He’d try not to think anything of it. It’s not like they were dating or anything, so there was no point in letting it get to him. They were only friends, with the occasional drunken make out. But of course, both of them knew that those didn’t mean anything. At least, it wasn’t supposed to mean anything. Most of the time it didn’t mean anything to James, but when James was more sober than drunk, he actually enjoyed their “romantic” moments together on a different kind of level. It even freaked him out a bit, which only caused him to drink more whenever it happened. That always seemed to help him forget about the weird feeling in the pit of his stomach he got when they kissed.
When James received Blake’s next text message, he smirked. Well then, that’s what she thought, eh? He chuckled lightly to himself, the cab driver giving him a weird look. James simply ignored it. He was only jealous that James was sharing an interesting conversation with a hot girl and he was stuck driving a cab around the city all night. Not to mention he probably got lousy tips. James would save his reply to her text for when they were finally face to face. He was sure she’d get a laugh out of his reaction to her bull shit statement about him. The fact that she was joking was known to James though, so he wasn’t insulted in the least. Plus, it was very hard to insult James anyway, what with his jumbo sized ego and everything. Even if he did insult easily, he wouldn’t be sine he was so close to Blake. Besides, James didn’t spend that much time in the mirror really. Only when he was getting ready to go out somewhere would he look in the mirror and actually evaluate what he was wearing or how he looked. But then again…James does go out a lot. Well that doesn’t really mean anything. Like I said before, James was no pretty boy. He didn’t stare himself down in a mirror 24/7.
It was a few minutes later that James was standing in front of Blake, receiving a friendly kiss on the cheek. He smiled and lead her to the bar. After flagging down the bartender, and avoiding a few puddles of alcohol on the counter, James ordered a vodka tonic for himself. What’ll you have? he questioned. He then turned to Blake as she began to speak again. James shrugged casually when she commented him. Yeah well, since I apparently spend so much time in the mirror… he said accusingly, his mouth turning down into a frown. First you say I’m a girl and now you’re calling me a pretty boy. What’s next? I don’t think I’ll be buying you that drink now, he teased, unable to hold the frown he had worked so hard to get. James looked her up and down slightly, offering a smirk of approval. Even though you called me a pretty boy, you look pretty hot yourself babe, he complimented. Finally, their drinks arrived and James immediately took the glass of vodka into his hand. He lifted the glass to his lips and let the strong alcohol flow down his throat, the familiar burning of the liquid satisfying to his taste buds.
The half empty glass was set back down on the counter as Blake mentioned she hadn’t been out in a long time. Well jeez, maybe I shouldn’t have invited such a nerd tonight, he teased, smirking lightly. If James went months without going out to the club or a party, he’d probably die of boredom. There was really nothing else he could do with his days except for study. But that was never fun and there was no way he’d meet any hot girls cooped up in his room studying. James pretended to put some serious thought into her question. He knew immediately though, that he would definitely dance with her tonight. He just wanted to have some suspense leading up to his answer. He even added that “iffy” kind of facial expression, hinting that his answer was leaning towards a no. I don’t know…I’m not much of a dancer, he lied, lifting a brow before offering a light smirk. God, he was just so bad at lying. James smiled slightly. Okay, okay. I promise. And maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll dance with you more than once, he said, winking playfully. James chuckled lightly at the next promise she wanted him to keep. He remembered a time when she got that drunk. James could hold his liquor pretty well, so he wasn’t completely wasted. It was funny watching Blake stumble to the cab though. That won’t be happening. If anyone so much as looks at you weird, I’ll greet them with my fist, he said, half joking and half serious. He could be extremely protective, especially with really close friends such as Blake.
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