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[Mar. 15th, 2010|03:53 am] |
ive always been worried about playing my cards right. whether its with my girlfriends or friends or lurkers, i have never wanted anyone to walk away feeling cheated. i try to squash beef and i have learned over the years that women like to feel loved and appreciated. every day. weird, i know. but that if you can make them feel like that every single day, the odds of them leaving you or cheating on you are significantly decreased? i mean, am i wrong? but sometimes no matter how hard you try, you simply cant play the hand everyone wants to see. you know that if you want something, someone else will be disappointed if you get it over them. no one likes a fence-sitter, so choosing sides or having an opinion is bound to offend someone and you cant keep living a life second guessing every move because you're concerned with others opinions.
this book that im working on has taken a few casualties. unintentionally, despite what some may say. i do my best at being honest with most everyone. some end up in the book, some wont. some have been told the night may end up as a story, some havent. those who havent will not be identifiable. but there are a handful that were never meant to be a part of any 'research'. there have been some who were genuinely amazing people i have come across who happened to walk across my path at the right place and the wrong time. its that simple. but i dont want anyone to get the impression that they havent left an impression on my soul.
oh, i really dont even know what im talking about right now. i just know that there are girls out there who i really wanted to get to know or girls that i thought of a future with and regardless of any book or blog post, that i had no intentions to deceive anyone. im just a mess that i refuse to allow anyone to clean up.
if you think this is about you, it probably is.
- and thanks to everyone who played the first game of deadxstop publishing company trivia via twitter. your prizes will be in the mail soon. if you want to see the questions that i asked: twitter.com/christopherDXS

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[Mar. 10th, 2010|02:53 am] |
apologies internet for being away so long. ive actually been, BUSY lately. weird, i know. can we talk about how i went on stickam tonight and shit went horribly wrong when i got all hopped up on sugar, put on my tiny orange running shorts and started acting a fool. i did it for long enough to realize that 'holy shit, sometimes people like to screencap my dumb ass'. sigh. and to prove my point:

 one of these days ill learn my lesson.
- so it only took me a few years to realize that my website didnt have descriptions of the books i was selling or excerpts for you to read before you commit your money. well, all that is now fixed. ever want to read a story from 'notes from the deep end' or 'on the upswing' or 'demonstrative monsters' but you couldnt because that shit is sold out? welp, go to deadxstop.com now and you can.
- and have you ever wanted to order the pink mini-book 'bulletproof hearts' online but it has never been available? well holy crapballs, its available now WITH a fucking dvd for super damn cheap! WTF, chris?!? go to my updated online store and check out all the new blurbs.

- also, the sweatpants are back in stock and available on my webstore as well. i know, you're overwhelmed. take a breath, thank god you're not australian and proceed to spend all of your parents hard-earned money.
- so last month i commissioned a piece from this amazing artist rachel dukes for a friend. (check out her stuff here) ive been a fan of rachels for a while and was amazed at when i saw how reasonable her prices were. she feels the pain of the starving artist and i always want to support small independent artists. try and tell me this shit wasnt an amazing gift: click to enlarge


oh, and apparently someone is already selling a copy of demonstrative monsters on ebay. it always amazes me when people dont want my stuff anymore. sad face. |
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