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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.

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sorry... got distracted by that hot guy...


        so there's no way i'm going to try to catch up with the last five days in one post, so i'll just pick up where i left off and go from there, k? k. this last week has been crazy, though, and not really in a bad way. just a lot going on with the move and such. i was with friends every night and often during the day, too, then trying to pack in the off-times when i wasn't working. i got most of it done before my parents arrived yesterday to help me move, but we were still there for about three hours finishing packing and cleaning and loading up the cars and truck. not too bad. but now my stuff is all over their living room and dining room and basement and i'm trying to figure out what to keep in storage and what to unpack and where my clothes are, lol. i don't know how long i'll be here, either, so it's kind of a weird guessing game because i'll have to pack it all up again before too long.

       it was a good week, though, and i'm glad i had chances to hang out with several of my friends before leaving. there were several i missed, too, but i'll be back to visit sometime soon. thursday night we went out to soco, one of the three gay bars in columbia. it's a younger crowd but nicer bar. i was lubricated enough to try out the dance floor, and i felt like my dancing wasn't that bad so i must have been pretty lubricated. somewhere in there i was separated from my friends and ended up dancing with a really hot go-go boy from topeka named matt and we made out on the dance floor for about a half an hour before my friends dragged me away. i'm not sure why i let them, but i was glad they did, too. it was really hot, though, very new for me, and a dang good last experience in columbia.

       it feels a little funny just typing that, too. very random experience, yes?

       but i'm back home now, trying to get everything sorted. and things seem to be going well so far. it's all very strange, but i think it will be good.



day fourteen. talk about the cuteness of your pets.

       ok! poor hermes has been a trooper the last few days with his house getting all empty then taking a long car ride to a new house. his brother, buddy, lives here, though, and they've been playing like crazy, and hermes has been exploring his now much larger home and is really enjoying all the boxes to play with. he's crashed out on the bed right now since they didn't get much sleep last night (they had to have some brotherly reconnection), but he'll be running around soon enough. they prefer the upstairs (bit warmer) and you can hear them pounding around up there like a herd of tiny elephants.


my quilt, my mom's sheets. very mismatched and kinda ugly, but i was too tired last night to care.
and hermes always sleeps on the left side.



that's my boy...


       so i'm in the process of potty training my hermes. yes, on the big boy potty. like this. it's been slow going. and kinda gross. but if successful it'll be so worth it. no more litter. no more cat paws trotting through poo (then through the house). i'm excited. i got this kit from amazon.com () back at the end of february. took a little bit of ingenuity on my part and lots of getting used to it on his, but we're finally making our way through the steps. this picture is of him when he's first getting used to the insert when it's on the potty, probably about a month ago, but now there's a decent hole in the middle of the insert and he's almost entirely standing on the seat to go. 'cept i have to clean it out immediately after he uses it or he poos on the floor. which isn't cool. but it's a process.



       it's kind of an ugly rug, i know, but my grandma made it. one of my friends commented that it's absolutely disgusting for a cat to use the same potty. i figure a potty is a potty. and it's a hell of a lot cleaner than litter. do you think it's gross?

you're going to get sick of my kitten, i can tell...


       so i suck at updating. and being online. and all that. i know. i'm sorry. really. no, i am, i promise, but there has been a lot going on and i've been kinda emo and not wanting to do the whole human interaction thing. so i have my cat. here are a couple youtube videos for your viewing pleasure. hermes at ten weeks, in my apartment.







i probably should be sleeping...


       feeling a little bit like an asshole at the moment. i can't really talk to anyone about it (or don't feel like it), so, sure, i'll tell a bunch of strangers. i got a kitten last night. yeah, that should be a really happy thing. and it is. i love him to pieces. he's super cute, and i've never really met a cat like him. all my cats in the past have been either extremely playful or extremely cuddly, and this one is the best of both worlds, hilariously playful, and heart-breakingly cuddly. i've been wanting a cat for a very long time, and i was amazed when my house director said that i could have one. and he can't get enough of me. so why am i depressed? it's pathetic. i went into it in part hoping that little hermes would fill a rather painful void. he did fill a void, but not the void--the one that's raw at the edges and gaping in all the wrong places. somehow, having him here has only served to magnify the other. heh. he just jumped into my lap. he's so tiny he can fit in one hand. and it strikes me that i can love and be loved so easily and so quickly by this tiny little furball when all i do is give him food and shelter and attention, but it's seemingly impossible to get another person to love me when i work infinitely harder for it.

       and don't be so vain to think this song's about you.

       a lot has happened. i've been changing the ol' life around. it has its moments. more later. i never disappear entirely from this place.

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