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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.

to the wonderful world of xanga,

     just an update -- christmas day was saved at the last minute.  we were able to fix what was wrong with the water (technical stuff that i know nothing about) and we were able to stay put and have a very nice evening.  before our regular gift-giving, we have a tradition of a white-elephant gift and i received a 24-pack of...charmin!  it was quite an amusing night.  and, thankfully, there were no fights or tensions of any kind.

     as for other "projects" and endeavors, it's been a slow re-start, but a start nonetheless.  there's not much to tell right now, but things are starting to move along.  i've been practicing with several songs and have even been given a key to our church so that i can practice with the sound equipment and instruments there.  i love going there in the dark when there is no one else there.  just me and God.  it is nestled in a low valley, so the noise of the city can't reach it and i just pour my heart out through song.  it's an incredible feeling -- everyone should have such a place where they can retreat from the day-to-day and fall into loving arms.  there is a freedom there that can only be celebrated.  as for the writing, i've decided to do things one at a time, for now, in order to be able to focus entirely on what is right in front of me. 

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