Hello, stranger
August 3, 2001i am watching you. the way you move, the clothes you wear, the things you do. i try not to stare, but i can’t help it. sometimes you are so fascinating i can’t keep my eyes off you. i look long and blink hard and then i repeat it in my head all the details so i can write them down later: “chambray shirt, green pumas, curly hair, crooked nose, two straws, nervous twitch.” it’s not like an obsession or anything. it’s just a new hobby.
i am trying to pay attention to someone other than myself.
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.
