I do not like it when Matt brings houseguests with him. Matt is my roommate, but i’ll talk more about that in a minute. Back to houseguests. Granted, i have kissed approximately 6% of all houseguests who i’ve spent significant time with, but the other 94% smoke, drink, play my bass without asking, take my bread out of the freezer but do not put it back, eat my instant soup, watch horrible Woody Allen films, and dirty all of my dishes. In honor of that last bit, i now have my official Blog-A-Thon Spoon, because i really don’t intend to wash any of my other dishes at any point today and all of my blogathon food can be eaten with a spoon.


Last year Matt worked in a computer science lab with Joe, who lives directly above us now and is the boyfriend of Gina, who wrote “All That’s True.” So, that’s who Matt is. I didn’t really intend to live with Matt; I don’t think he’s the sort of person i would have ever lived with had it not come right down to the wire, but when things come down to the wire in life you occasionally make exceptions. It was July or August, and i was starting to panic about getting an apartment, and i logged into Shafted one day to see Matt asking if anyone had an apartment yet and we wound up looking around together and finding this one. The entire first week of Crushing Krisis is pretty much about me procrastinating about packing, almost missing putting down my deposit on the apartment because Matt was asleep, getting sick, packing while sick, and having to spend a week at home because i almost missed putting down the deposit on my apartment. But, anyhow, now we’re exactly a year beyond that frenzy of checking classifieds for apartments, and although Matt isn’t my favourite person in the world he’s certainly not the worst roommate in it either. So, anyway, one of these frenzied nights i wrote “Will It Ever Come,” and that was a backwards seugeway.