Afternoon special
June 15, 2001outside it’s boiling, inside it’s freezing. i can’t sit still, but i can’t leave. this is no way to spend a friday afternoon.
i close my eyes and pretend i’m on summer vacation. i want to hang out in the swimming pool, ride my 10-speed up and down the street and eat otter pops until my tongue turns purple. i want to sit in a circle by the street lamp with the big kids and act like i know what they’re talking about. i want to climb trees in the neighbors’ back yard and then rinse off in the sprinklers.
in my head, guitar riffs that ring loudest this time of year. in my heart, a hundred thousand fireflies.
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.
