Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
Wow… apparently i’ve become a regular read of DevNull, apparently through my involvement with SurvivorBlog2 (though i actually move in some of the same blogging circles as they do). I appreciate every open pair of ears and eyes, and i especially appreciate the link. Thanx.
by krisis
Last night we were lying in bed talking about what we did over the weekend, and she turned to me and said “every time i do something with you it feels like the first time.” She mostly meant this on the level that everything from giving a hickey to walking down the street holding hands is new to me, and that i approach it all with a sense of wonder and humor instead of duty or trepidation. But, in a way, it actually sounded like she was telling me i made it all new for her again…
I cried a little bit last night, but she just thought it was because my eyes were tired. And they were. Anyhow, excuse me while i fall head over heels…
by krisis
I saw a friend today who i haven’t seen in almost a month, and she smiled the biggest smile when she realized it was me who was walking towards her on the sidewalk. There’s no other feeling like putting a broad genuine smile on someone’s face. Nothing.
by krisis
If you were leaving right now, what would you pack? I found myself thinking about that question last night. Would i bring my suitcase stuffed full of memories and spare socks, or just a tiny bag with what i felt was really necessary. I packed and repacked both bags several times, trying to find out exactly what i needed to get by, and here’s what i came up with (even if i still don’t know where to fit it all):
a box of tea bags and my favourite mug; all of my underwear and a week’s worth of socks; two pairs of jeans; my signed garbage cd; scissors; my checkbook; my poetry book, a pencil, and a pencil sharpener; four unionbay teeshirts, two short sleeved and two long; my flip flops; a picture of my aunt joyce and her daughter Cary; my camera; two pairs of gloves and a hat; my guitar; a toothbrush and q-tips; my red bandanna; a pair of pajama pants and a sweatshirt; my stuffed wizard.
So, at least i’ve identified my essential needs. Now i’ve just got to figure out where to go with them…
by krisis
I think the core problem is that you are reducing me to my words. It’d be really different if you were viewing me only in terms of my songs, or anything like that, but all this represents is a skewed, blurred, sarcastic look at my life. That you can read it and assume you’re almost caught up on the story seems so ridiculous to me that i can’t help but lash out. I can’t be your friend if your only interaction with me is reading this; this is a Peter supplement, not a Peter replacement. I feel shitty now, for a whole ton of reasons. I’m sorry i keep playing this same damned broken record. I’m going over my girlfriend’s now. I’ll be back on the blog in a few days. Enjoy the rest. Bye.