Everywhere but my pants
August 7, 2001i feel like they’re crawling all over me. down my forehead, up the back of my neck, across my ankle. the ants have come to get me. this is the third time since i’ve moved in that i’ve had to defend myself from them.
operation ant massacre: first you spray, then you let it dry, then you wipe it clean (water, soapy water, water). you throw the corpses in a bag, tie it shut and dump it in the trash can. immediately.
this only happens when it’s hot.
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.
