Dennis Driscoll
October 1, 2002it's hard, if not impossible, to resist crushing a boy who sings songs about crushes and apple crisp and patrolling the moon. add to that the fact that he does a mean coloring book drawing and rescues brown paper bag puppets that he finds on the street and says thank you a million times and, yes, okay, he immediately sores to the top of my list.
summer was right: dennis driscoll is what Dreamy is made of.
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.
