Me and you and a cup of coffee
March 3, 2001all day long i’d been wanting to be alone and the first moment i had to breathe in silence, i went out.
what is it about a cup of coffee, a room filled with strangers and acoustic dronings that makes me feel safe? i sat at the table against the wall, protected by a fortress built with my mug, my LA weekly, my book, my journal and grandma bag, enveloped in my own private world of thoughts and scribbles. occasionally i glanced up at the lonely man strumming his guitar, just so he would know that someone was listening.
he sang songs about dreams and girls and taking long walks on the boulevard, and i wondered where you were and what you were doing, and as always, i hoped you were smiling.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
