I only post this because it relates to my Collegian article for this week, and because it is a conversation no one is really having. What does this say that this happens at least once a month somewhere?
I’m Chris. I’m in my twenties. I was born and raised in Boston. I spent a glorious three years living and working in Prague, home to pilsener beer and incredibly beautiful women. I now ply my trade in Shanghai, China, a city so large it defies description. Even in a city of 25,000,000, it’s fully possible to have some alone time. I hope to spend some of that putting my assorted daydreams and mildly coherent ramblings onto the 21st century version of a diary so you’ll be able to figure out pretty quickly what is important to me:
Music: I'd list some favorites, but really, the list might change in an hour depending on my mood.
Books: Any book. The written word is fabulous.
How many miles (or kilometers for you non-Americans/Liberians/Burmese) I will run this week.
What I'm doing this weekend and how much it will counter all the hard running I did in the preceding 5 days.
The Red Sox. Full stop.
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