quinbrowne's picos
not knowing how to say goodbye, she deleted email addresses,profiles-- created a new persona. the internet made it easy to disappear.
grabbing a kleenex to catch a sneeze and wipe her nose, jill knew if she were flemmish, she'd insist the world use a different name for sno
rose rode the thrill train of her big promotion after a year of 70 hr weeks from the office to the front door of her now empty house.
Nan lived at school,there for an education. She knew the truth, though-unwanted, her absence let her mother parent the son who lit her life
jon gosselin has the same routine each night. he showers, brushes his teeth, puts on pjs, then, he kneels, giving thanks for tiger woods.
eva owed far more than she had in the bank. she had two choices; sell her ass or sell a kidney. craigslist let her advertise both.
tiger sat at home,watching his name and private life offered up for all to know. he wished he'd been like santa, and stopped at three ho's
she stumbled through life, losing jobs, destroying relationships, deleting friends. never learning, she always blamed others for her p
sara surveyed the remains of what were once christmas gifts and sighed. wrapping the bags of catnip for fluffy wasn't so clever after all.
her addiction to twitter caused her to re-adjust her ways, change her life...she was slowly learning to live it in 140 character bites.
after hearing her diagnosis, she bought a pack of cigarettes, figuring why bother with the warning, when you already have the disease?
she didn't mind he forgot special days. she forgave not liking her mom. it was his squeezing the toothpaste in the middle that ended
settling into her seat, she waited for the film with a big buttered popcorn & diet coke. she reasoned one canceled the calories of the other
goaded by her mentor and friend,she dashed off a short story,in the hope it would be enough to allow her to go back to playing bejewel
he had served his purpose, satisfied her needs..she was done, no goodbye. into the trash went the carcass..next year, she'd buy a 12lb hen.
he listened to her tell friends of her spur of the moment wedding to the guy she met last week, glad he kept the receipt for the diamond rin
in the booth, she watched as the actor reached for a cigarette that wasn't there. in retrospect, smoking the props wasn't such a good idea
the surprise blizzard covered her car and cabin in the mountains. with the pantry empty, eve eyed her cat, hoping he'd taste like chicken.
faced with 32 boxes of christmas decorations, she made the decision to convert. it was far easier to learn a new faith than hanging that cra
jack's biographer twisted the story, so jack would appear a hero instead of a man who was a thief, couldn't handle money, and a murderer.
