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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.

they sicken of the calm, those who know the storm...

     it's funny how fast the weather can change. it was in the mid-eighties not a week ago and now tonight it's supposed to freeze. but i'm not here to talk about the weather, am i? it's been a long time since i've written anything on here. what, more than two weeks? lots happened and yet not much. that doesn't really make sense, i know, but just the way things have been, it hasn't changed much; yet i'm sure i could ramble on for quite awhile about everything. i'm on the verge of an epiphany. maybe. i feel like i should be. you know how things just kinda suck for a while then they suddenly get worse, because things tend to get worse before they get better, but then you suddenly feel that you're not sliding down anymore but might be making a turn upward? yeah, i'm there. i know i always write these big huge posts every time that happens, because for some reason you guys might want to know about it (uh...not so much), but i have reached yet another turn. and to be honest, i'm not that sure why. but that's that. time to shape up.

     i hope all of you are doing well, though. this always seems to be the busy time, when you have a million things to do so nothing gets done. hope you're all surviving. in the meantime, i need sleep. i think i'll be around more often now, though. just to warn you. sorry about the absence, though. take care, peeps.

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