Well, this is lovely. My server is functional again, and so now Blogger has decided to stop working. God forbid i should have a whole day of uninterrupted service…
by krisis
Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
Well, this is lovely. My server is functional again, and so now Blogger has decided to stop working. God forbid i should have a whole day of uninterrupted service…
by krisis
Whee! After intense shopping i can safely say that i have the ability to dress really sharp and look all hip. And stuff. Yeah. It’s amazing what a quick shopping spree can do for your self esteem.
by krisis
a sound of sadness: christmas Twin Falls, Idaho is her oldest memory / She was only two it was the first time she felt blue / Cafeteria Harrison Elementary / Beneath a parachute I saw her without shoes / 7UP I touched her thumb and she knew it was me / Although she couldn’t see unless of course she peeked / My mom’s good she got me out of Twin Falls, Idaho / Before I got too old you know how that goes / That’s where she still was the summer she turned 17 / In 1983, two weeks after me / Last I heard was she had twins or maybe it was three / Although I’ve never seen but that don’t bother me
I don’t know if it’s the easy whine of his voice, or the quirky little appregiated guitar part, but this song puts tears in my eyes every time. I guess i’m old enough to start to appreciate all this retrospective stuff, huh?
Excuse me while i go cry in a corner like a sissy…
by krisis
I literally ran into Laurel in the middle of the street the other day, and we talked for a while (after removing ourselves from the traffic flow). I don’t know about what. She said that i’ve come out of my shell (i made sure to clarify that “shell” didn’t have anything to do with “closet,” and she assured me that everyone was quite sure i was still inside of that), and while i first i was a little offended (Did she mean to imply i was some sort of corner-lurking little dweeb? I mean… moreso than i actually am?) as the conversation ebbed and flowed i saw that i really didn’t seem like the same person i was a few months ago. One of my other theatre friends recently commented that she couldn’t have lived with “the me from last year,” but she could definitely live with me now.
I feel like i should spend time staring in the mirror after comments like these to try to see what’s different, but i think that’s something the old-me would do. Maybe the new me isn’t such an obvious narcissist…
by krisis
You know, i’m almost hoping that no one else in the world could ever like me so i’d know that i could go back.