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Oh hello. I am Christina. I'm 26. My favorite things are: writing love on my arms, watching movies, laughing, baking brownies, mac 'n' cheese, taking road trips, Disney, writing, playing Guitar Hero and DDR, milk and cookies, smiling, Audrey Hepburn movies, singing Beatles songs, cheering for the Dallas Cowboys, playing board and card games, reading books, watching General Hospital, dancing, and, most importantly, spending time with my friends.

Quote of the Moment:
“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person.” - Audrey Hepburn

Mood: i'm good.
Music: pretending.




Friday, January 22, 2010
seventeen.

Empty chairs. Desks decorated with personal mementos of people who no longer occupy them. The office felt like there was a huge void in it today. Seventeen people lost their jobs yesterday. Seventeen.

I don't know why these things happen to good people. But I know there is a time and reason for everything. I know if bad things didn't happen, we'd never know the good. But that doesn't make it any easier to deal with.

It feels wrong in a way to have a job today. But I can't help but be thankful that I do.

Those of us who remain have to keep holding on. We have to keep fighting. We'll make it through. One way or another, we'll make it through.