..Small flittering hands rest at the keyboard as Brittany scans over her friend's page. Wrinkling her nose in distaste more than a few times, she decides just to do the update and get it over with. Once she reaches the appropriate little white box, she starts typing almost automatically, having already decided what she was going to write about ( Read more... )

..Moving her laptop to the table next to her, Brittany stands up from the chair in front of the unlit fire place in her bedroom. She had been sitting there nursing a Starbucks Iced Cappuccino for the last half an hour staring at the lion over the mantle place and trying unsuccessfully to think of something to update about. After stretching her ( Read more... )