Where I marry Pocky and run away
February 17, 2002last night, strawberry pocky and e-mail in bed. it was so quiet, and i’d forgotten how much i enjoy that. quiet and stillness. being alone.
i dreamt that rima moved all of the house plants. i was about to get angry until i noticed that they were thriving in the corner of the house.
i am working on a project one year overdue, and i hope it is the mark of a trend. Getting Things Done. last year i took several steps forward and then a few more back. it was like a clumsy dance, one that i don’t want to repeat.
i want to glide across the dance floor. i want to shimmy and spin. i want someone to dip me.
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.
