My life is a collection of obsessions. I don’t think there’s a way to put it more succinctly than that.
by krisis
lol … another fun Krisis aolIM except can be found at Pants2k. I really ought to watch my mouth a bit better when talking to those hooligans.
Knowing where the christmas presents were was the most awful responsibility in the world. You had to find a reason within yourself not to open the edge of the wrapping paper to peak at the present. I never really found that reason, and i think my mother didn’t either (which is why i always put her presents out at the last possible hour). Of course, until recent years my mother didn’t get a whole lot from me for christmas, but she she gave me plenty, which made the burden worse for me. Now it’s been reversed a bit, but i think you get my point. I’m awful like that … no one should ever leave me to my own rationalizations in order to stay away from something. Because, it never works. Never.
krisisPM: My hits have been slowly progressing, but i get more and more boring as time progresses. Dunno, it’s a paradox.
Matt: you’re a tv
krisisPM: That’s scary… because… because i can see out, but i don’t ever get the sense that anyone is seeing in.
krisisPM: I need some canned laughter.
Matt:: I’ve tried to can a lot of things. From tomatoes, to grapes, to toes. It never works out.
When you lean in for a kiss, it’s a moment of empathy. You can’t just be driven by your own desire, or you’ll be going nowhere. Finding that empathic moment, that’s the hard part, not pursing your lips. That’s not hard at all.