tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62358512009-02-20T18:31:11.820-08:00...a twisted take on the reality of this ironic satire labeled as my life...Chris (from L.C.)noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235851.post-1075428522990372552004-01-29T18:08:00.000-08:002004-01-29T18:10:55.746-08:00

Ok,..this blog is officially,...dead. The real new blog is http://www.rmfo-blogs.com/chris (thanks, Geof!)_ Peace out, Chris

Chris (from L.C.)noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235851.post-1074965403420056362004-01-24T09:30:00.000-08:002004-01-24T09:32:08.530-08:00

Last night rocked my face off. We went and ate at the Cafe' Margeaux, and had the most excellent service. Then, we went to the Mardi Gras Gala, and found out, hey, it's a 'black' krewe. Not that it bothers me in the least, I just wasn't expecting it, and Chelsea certainly wasn't either. We had fun though. We met my parents there, and watched everyone else get down to the groovy sounds of this

Chris (from L.C.)noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235851.post-1074643176997888552004-01-20T15:59:00.000-08:002004-01-20T16:01:37.373-08:00

I can't wait till Friday. I'm like a kid waiting for Christmas. It's killing me. "What is so special about Friday?" one might ask. Well, I shall tell you. We are going on what I would call a "first date." Janie (a fake name) and I, that is. It's a Mardi Gras gala, and my parents are going to be there (no pressure,..eh?). For those of you that don't know, a Mardi Gras Gala in Louisiana is

Chris (from L.C.)noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235851.post-107414504515003412004-01-14T21:37:00.000-08:002004-01-14T21:39:17.153-08:00

Wow. Things are unexpectandly,.....well,....great. Why? How? When? I don't know. I just woke up one day, and *poof*, my life was not so bad. Things work-wise are looking up. I haven't felt an urge to act out any scenes from Office Space lately, and to add to that, I (and I'm trying NOT to jinx this) have a slight feeling that there's a little heat between me and another person there. A good

Chris (from L.C.)noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235851.post-1073437254259039382004-01-06T17:00:00.000-08:002004-01-06T18:26:42.366-08:00

Wow. The dumb-assedness demons seem to like hanging around me lately. Now that I know the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth (so help me God), I have to say that recent events are beginning to make much more sense to me now. I just am wondering why I wasn't told sooner. Would've saved me alot of time and effort, and a heck of alot of confusion on my part. I love my peoples, but

Chris (from L.C.)noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235851.post-1073205695588625772004-01-04T00:41:00.000-08:002004-01-04T00:41:53.990-08:00

I'm so...disappointed. Yes,...that's the best word I can think of. All that work for someone else's benefit. Guess she's right....she can't change.

Chris (from L.C.)noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235851.post-1072402036540688562003-12-25T17:27:00.000-08:002003-12-25T17:27:32.810-08:00

*sigh* It's Christmas Day night, and here I am, spending it alone. Why? I wish I knew. I was sorta glad to get away from the parents' house (not that I hate them or anything, but I can only handle them in small amounts). But, now, I am just bored and lonely. It feels like one of those nights were you want to get some wine and a sad movie and watch it and then cry yourself to sleep. Ok, so that

Chris (from L.C.)noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235851.post-1072142422643573432003-12-22T17:20:00.000-08:002003-12-22T17:20:38.223-08:00

Someone (and you know who you are) commented to me about my new blog, when I'd only really had it up a day, and haven't actively campaigned it yet. That gave me warm fuzzies. Ok, not really warm fuzzies, but it felt good that someone does understand my views. I played electrician at work today. I usually like to play doctor, or cowboys and Indians. One of the stores I'm in charge of had a

Chris (from L.C.)noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235851.post-1072082102322482082003-12-21T23:36:00.000-08:002003-12-22T17:05:41.580-08:00

Hmm. Last night was, to say the least...Interesting. I do *not* understand the way you evil girls work. Really. One second, it's like I am your 'knight in shining armor' and the next minute you make me feel like I'm Quasimodo. --flashback dream sequence-- Me, my two best guy friends, and two girls are watching movies in the living room. She is sitting with Jonathan, which is fine with me.

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