I'm sorry about this, but I'm leaving this community. All good things must come to an end. I loved this community, but because of time differences and people pretty much closing off anyway of interacting with them and joining in on their storylines; it has become boring for my characters. So please, will you delete the following:

Kirsten Dunst, ( Read more... )

I felt like a young girl again in the 80's. I remember every evening after work or school I would unwind with a record. It was common that I would sit on the floor of the shower of my ensuit bathroom to my bedroom, pull the screen closed and listen to the echo of The Beatles. I loved them. I was obsessed with them. I could recall their birth-dates ( Read more... )

The Christmas season is among us. Time to take out an box of old decorations, dust it off and spend an hour or two untangling tinsle and lights. I always manage to tangle myself up in lights and find tiny strands of silver tinsle in my hair days after undertaking this painful yearly ritual. I always dreamt that one year I would have someone to ( Read more... )

You know that you're career has hit a new low when you're doing icecream commercials for Baskin and Robbins lol.

I have a pretty average memory, I digest so much information daily. I feel like a teen at high school again. Requesting extra work from the teacher and spending my weekend reading about editing films and medium shots; using my pink highlighter to color in the pages and the nails of my left hand. My difficulty is that my mind is never at rest. I'm ( Read more... )

I've decided that it's pointless to wallow in statements of "I just wish that?" and "if only?" and "maybe you could just try to?" It really doesn't solve anything, and it continues to put me in a position where I'd have to tiptoe around someone else's pride. There's no comfort or happiness to be had in that.

I'm trying to avoid my friends page ( Read more... )

I feel like a fourteen-year old who enjoys a good giggle and is waiting for her seven-minutes-in-heaven at a slumber party. Cameron and I sneaked the boys through the basement window and hid inside her closet under the staircase. Josh killed a cockroach for Sally and Alex tried to feel me up in the dark. I can get the hang of this game eventually.

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A day at the Barrymore household as a kid for Thanksgiving would consist of mom exerting herself in the kitchen with a bottle of wine she would have used to cook dinner with. For the day she would sit by the phone in case a handsome director called to tell her it was her lucky day and give her the movie role she was hoping for. My step-brother ( Read more... )

What is your star sign? What is your favorite number? Who is your love interest, or who do you love? Who are you head over heels in love with? Tell me, who is your best friend? What did you eat for dinner last night? Who was the last person you kissed and when was that? What was the last foreign film you've seen? How many times can you say, "you ( Read more... )

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