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pardon my dust. i'm turning it into glitter.

Hi, I'm Chris. If you subscribe to the MBTI, I'm an INFJ. I put myself through school for a seemingly useless English/Creative Writing degree, but writing is my passion and that's what I want to do when I grow up. Still figuring out what comes next, and pretty much everything else, so I'm feeling kinda adventurous. And yes, that's exactly how my OkCupid profile starts out. Why mess with a good thing, eh?

The site's a work in progress. I'll be adding content over time, and hopefully eventually it'll evolve into something halfway interesting. I'm glad you're still reading, though. Usually by this point I have to show a little skin to keep 'em interested.


       There are some advantages to being at the doorstep of death my thirties. For one, I'm never carded when buying alcohol. I'm not even sure why I get it out anymore since they always give me that "Honey, please" look when I do. It's also kind of the perfect dating age -- the young ones still want you and the old ones are desperate for you. I just reminded myself of that hilarious Garfunkel and Oates song:

       So I may not be quite that optimistic. Mostly just trying to convince myself I'll survive. My friends who've already surpassed the three-decade benchmark admit a little apprehension, but they say that then the day comes, goes, and you've gotten past it. Yeah, I have another year before I get there. I'm only at my first 29th birthday. I just thought I'd be a bit further along by now. Ok, I'm 600 miles from home and I'm somewhat self-sufficient. But I'm supposed to be a famous writer with a hot man on my arm living in NYC and spending money like I'm printing it. I suppose I have a year still...

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