go postle.

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.

at least i won't have to work tomorrow...


       send happy thoughts. please. i was in a bad car accident on the way home from work tonight. head on. i'm ok. i think. but i'm really sore. i feel like a big bruise. my car is dead, though. i'm sure it'll be totaled. good ol' daisy. just had the oil changed too. synthetic. great gas mileage. $30 to fill up the tank, once a week, and it's just shy of 30 miles one way to work. i don't really remember the accident very well. i was turning left and i thought i had a green arrow. i was just following the guy in front of me. then all of a sudden i was being plowed across the highway. apparently it wasn't an arrow. i was about 20 minutes from raleigh, but a friend came and brought me home. took some ibuprofen. took a hot bath. about to go to bed. tomorrow the insurance adjustor will call to tell me how much shit i'm in. after a bath and a shower (i washed my hair twice) i can still smell that nasty airbag smell and it's making me sick. i want to go to sleep and dream about being someone else.

       when the cop asked me if i had someone to call to come get me i almost started crying. all the people i could think of were thousands of miles away. it was a little awkward with the friend who came. i wasn't sure that i could ask him for that favor.

       i want to go home. but i don't know where that is.



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