The revolution that you're starting begins with
The revolution that I am starting begins with the responsible spread of capital and resources. Some people are haves, some people are have nots, and even against every capitalist bone in my body, I think the haves can provide more than they do. I'm the old money that old money fears.
Favorite cliche:
As true as it is for as cliche as it is, “actions speak louder than words” and they most definitely do in my experience.
Three sounds that you love:
My three favorite sounds are your laugh, Pork Chop awoo’s, and the roar of a F-16 engine.
What you think your patronus is, not what some quiz tells you:
Without a question, Peregrine falcon. You can’t go wrong with a description of “blue-grey back and barred white underparts”, but also they fly past terminal velocity, and how doesn’t that fit?
Three things that would happen if you were to win the lottery:
There are unfortunate not three things I would do with it, but one: Donate it all. Now, three causes I would donate to, regardless of charity, are veteran health services, cancer research studies, and STEM education.
In the Mirror of Erised, you see .
I would want to see myself with family, and I’m not foolish enough to believe my parents, but with those friends and family that make me feel fulfilled and I think I have found a part of that deepest desire already.
Your happy place is .
My happy place is sitting on the middle of your living room floor, making peace treaties with Pork Chop, which I suppose will now be our living room floor.
How you met your :
How I met the love of my life: I drunkenly dunked her cell phone into a pint of beer even after I secured a second date, but I do have to say that the pizza was really good. The post-embarrassment when I realized what I did, not so much.
Five things that remind you of home:
Home as I knew it makes it a little difficult, but the smell of gardenia, natural lighting, the sound of a sewing machine, hardwood floors, and that one time Mr. Myxlplyx made me relive everything all at once; but what I can say now is that home is where my heart is, so it’s your laugh, your smile, awoo’s, Dogbert De Niro, and the smell of really any delicious meal we have together.
Five things you can't live without:
You, my friends because at this point they are my family, my cellphone much to my chagrin since I would never get anything done without it, my watch because then there goes my secret identity though that is hardly the worst thing, and honestly a really good shampoo.
The last chance you took:
I can’t think of the last. The only one I seem to think of is the next.
A good day that you've had recently:
There are many, but most recently, lounging on an empty beach with no one but you, the ocean waves, and whatever nautical beast that realized it’s opportunity to not be bothered by people.
Do you want to move in together someday?
Yes, I would love to, but now you know that. I'll get the keys made once I get them.
Why is there a dragon in your refrigerator?
Why is there a dragon in the fridge? What kind of question is this?
If there is a dragon in the fridge, it is either a cake or Lockheed has wandered into San Francisco and took residence in my fridge for some reason, I don't even know.
With from a , the saved the day.
With help from an alien, the bird saved the day, which sounds like a realitistic news headline that could use some work.
Your best friend doesn't know:
What don’t you know though? I think that for all idolization of my father, I never wanted to end up the same, but also came to realize I followed the same path and I don't really have a problem with it. It was at my own time, which may have been the main difference, but it still happened in some way. I can only hope to fill his shoes and then some.
The last meal you had:
Those delicious tacos from the resort restaurant, and I have no disappointment about only being able to take out. There was also a bagel this morning, but I've got to say it was pretty bland since it was plain with cream cheese because that is what I had in the fridge. I'd hardly call it a meal.
Imagine you're walking down a road. Are you alone? Where are you headed? What do you see in front of you?
Not alone. One would say never alone, but no, not alone, but I am headed towards something better, more fulfilling, something more to the life a part of me knows I want to live; and even if I see nothing more than light, I know the greener fields are there to share with that person right next to me.
