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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.

i just met the next guy who's going to break my heart...


       i haven't even known the guy for twelve hours and i'm already going crazy about him. not a good sign. or maybe it is and it'll be one of those intense but fleeting things that won't leave me in pieces like every other guy i've fallen for -- just a fond memory to look back on occasionally when i think of october afternoons or dark chocolate eyes. we spent the afternoon with a mutual friend at the final day of the renaissance festival in kansas city, and it was such a good time. our friend even remarked later to me that he had never seen him so unreserved with someone new. we really seemed to click. but no, this will probably be a doozy, just like the others. because, just like the other guys that i fall for, it's kind of a foregone conclusion that he won't be interested. that's kinda how it works for me. but i could not take my eyes off him. just.... wow.

       k, back to real life now.

<edit> 10/19. talked to him for over an hour tonight. he initiated. we seem to have a lot in common. we both have random schedules (he's a nursing student and an EMT), but both want to meet up again soon. fingers crossed, heart pounding. exciting stuff, folks. </edit>

<edit 2.0> 10/21. date tomorrow night. wish me luck! =) </edit 2.0>

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