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November 22, 2002hemming my pants with masking tape and staples,
driving my car for the first time,
smiling at cute boys when they look away,
listening to night swimming on repeat,
wondering about the future,
crying about the past,
i am 17, again.
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buying furniture that can’t be assembled in three steps,
taking a new way home to avoid traffic,
smiling at cute boys because they smile first,
listening to wedding day on repeat,
planning for the future,
laughing at the past,
today i am 27.
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.
