Bad things
July 27, 2004* Carelessly dropping my beloved camera on the convention center floor while trying to play hero and pick up scattered bookmarks. It turns out neither my camera nor I are indestructible.
* Dreaming about fires caused by meth labs secretly hiding in my parents’ garage.
* Caffeine hangovers. You know, that dry mouth empty stomach feeling after drinking one too many cups of coffee the night before.
* My hair stylist staying in Milan for the entire summer. My hair is slowly growing out into an unmanageable mess.
* Icebox air conditioning vs. 100-degree heat. I just can’t win!
[Note: It was hard for me to keep a frown on my face while I wrote this. I just don’t have it in me to be a permanent crank. That’s a good thing.]
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.
