Before I go
May 2, 2001the stacks of boxes in her room get higher and higher, yet there is no sense of disruption in mine. it looks just as it did yesterday. black converse and tan socks beside the trash can. CDs and izone photographs on my desk. empty shoe box, old LA weekly, pile of clothes. i opened the fridge and saw the unopened loaf of bread and bottle of apple juice and thought, i should eat that before i go.
there’s so much i should be doing, but i can’t find any energy. i couldn’t even motivate myself to make a pot of coffee. i just ate leftover soup and watched felicity and wrote incomplete sentences in my polka-dotted journal.
i know i can’t keep putting everything off until tomorrow.
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.
