“I never know what I think about something until I read what I’ve written on it.” – William Faulkner
You know what I was not meant to have? Control. Self-, others-, situational-, political-, government-, project-, subordinate-. None of it. I am involuntarily exerting control over my words, even as I type them. I used to be able to write freely, flowingly, honestly, carelessly. Not in an “I-don’t-care-about-others” kind of…
>My throat hurts so bad that I have taken to numbing it in order to be able to swallow my own spit without crying.
>Just got home from a photo session with Chris where we sat for engagement portraits. It was super-fun. The photographer, Candice White, was super-laid-back and…
>Today, after work, I went to do some beauty stuff. I love beauty stuff. I’m trying out this bare escentuals stuff. They told me I…
> How do I know when my mind is stretched too thin? When the Oscar nominations come out on 1/22/2008, and I don’t even THINK…

I’m Christi, and I have been writing, well, since I learned to write as a little girl. I learned in my 40’s that writing saves lives and sanity, and that is exactly why I am still here.