Never thinking twice
October 4, 2001it wasn’t until i lifted my wrist to check the time that i realized i’d forgotten to put on my watch. the missing stainless steel links revealed a stripe of white skin. that part of me never sees the light of day, that part of me is never late, that part of me can’t stand to let go.
i never let anyone see that part of me, and there it was, glaring back at me.
how could i forget that? i gripped my wrist to cover it up and hoped nobody would notice. it is too embarrassing.
how could i forget that? it was easy. as easy as it was to neglect to put on lip gloss and voluntarily show photos of myself with aquanet crunched hair and let beer belches escape my lips. it’s the same reason i didn’t think twice when i slipped on my old pair of levi’s and t-shirt and hopped into my car to drive around the reservoir. it’s a certain kind of comfort where i can reach into the fridge and sink into the sofa and close my eyes to the music and everything is ok. everything is ok.
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.
