Better than okay
December 4, 2001sometimes, i wonder how loud the mouse clicks really are. can you hear them in the bathroom if the water is running? or in the dining room if you are on the phone? what about outside while taking out the trash? can you hear me? does it matter?
oh, my room is getting cold, again. earlier, i was actually sweating. i bought a heater and it works. when eric told me i could burn the house down with that tiny little thing, i imagined the hard wood floors bursting up in flames. the only thing of mine that’s ever caught fire, really, is an oven mitt. i burned a hole right through it and never slipped my hand inside again.
if you are wondering if i am okay, and apparently some people were otherwise i wouldn’t even bother mentioning it, the answer is yes. yes yes yes yes yes. i am better than okay.
but my hands are cold.
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.
