Member Since: Oct 15, 2011 Membership status: Member Bio:
A lil about me :)
27 year old college nursing student.:)
Now a nurse!
Speak 4 languages fluently. Love music, wine, films, live music, designer labels, shoes and mickey mouse. :)
Huge theatre person. Most recently was cast in SPAMALOT. Theatre is.a.way of life!
One of those people who can pick up any instrument and have it mastered in no time. I'm also a singer.
have loved 'NSync for probably 10+ years. No shame in that. still wishing and hoping and praying for one final reunion tour so I can die a happy girl. :)
writing is an escape for me. I've been told I'm a really good story writer. it's creativity. I like to be clever in my writing, and build on stories. Chronic editor. I overedit my work into oblivion. I love the characters I create, though.
Two years ago the unthinkable happened to him. Now he’s back into the swing of things, trying to earn enough college credit to get away from his problems for good. He didn’t count on her, though, and she certainly didn’t count on him, the one that made her childhood a living hell. Forced to tolerate each other for the summer, or face being booted out, they’ll have to learn the art of compromise, but perhaps there’s more in store than either of them imagined.
It was a sequence, almost like a routine that they fell into every now and then whenever time allowed it. When he needed it, she gave it- most of the time anyways.
But imagine that you were the only source of comfort he turned to when it really mattered. Imagine you were the one who surpassed all the rest. And yet, at the end of the day, imagine that you were the one always stuck on the sidelines.
Twelve years ago today, they made history. Today, on the day that they all remember every year, something has happened. And it makes Justin reach out for the one person he's let go of, and now struggles to keep.
My six year old daughter hates me. My oldest daughter died on me. My ex-husband has nothing better to do with his life than make mine even more pitiful than it already is and I'm pretty sure that, as I'm typing this, I'm burning ravioli in the kitchen. Why don't I just find a cliff and get it over with, you ask? Well... because of Justin.