Chris

About me:

I am NOT interested in guys so if I don't already know you, don't bother writing me. No, I don't want to be your friend, I don't want to 'chat' and I don't want to get to know you. Fuck off. If you have a penis and I don't know you from school or through friends, then you can take that penis and shove it up your ass.

Anywho, my mom named me Christine on September 9th, 1990, but when I talk to myself I call myself Chris. You should too. I talk to myself a lot, almost constantly. I pretty much live in my head. I don't like talking on the phone except with Caleb, but he's the reason for numerous exceptions. I'm a Fine Arts major and I really want to be a glass blower. Call me crazy, but the idea of making pipes and bongs for a living really tickles my fancy. Anything else you absolutely must know, feel free to ask.


This is Caleb.
He is by far the most incredible person I have ever known. I find new reasons to love him everyday and I hope that continues until the day I die. Caleb is my (main) reason for being and without him my life would be pretty empty. No one can make me as happy as he does. That's a fact. His smile makes me melt. His body makes me blush. His eyes make my heart burn. And his mind makes me question my own thoughts and beliefs. He always keeps me on my toes, and kind of acts as my conscious at times. I live for Caleb and I would kill and die for him. Seriously. I'll curb stomp a bitch.