Crushing Krisis

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The interesting about college is that you can make up any history that you want. Really, that’s the interesting thing about anywhere you go. I can’t tell you how many times i heard freshman brag about all the alchohol they’d previously knocked back before getting trashed last night; they had selectively re-written their personal history so that it fit the image they were trying to project. I don’t personally begrudge them this right; in fact, i find it intriguing. I’ve personally rewritten quite a few of my highschool exploits through the virtue of mentioning them briefly and then staying mum about them. The silence i leave hanging lets people use their own imaginations, which writes me a much better history than the one i actually have brought with me. Of course, i’ve now re-established a solid history at Drexel over the past year. Whether that’s good or not, i don’t really know. I think the point might be that no matter how many times you rewrite your own history, you repeat it.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1276058/

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you are in high relief
i have carved you out from the marble of your beliefs
i can see your cracks so clearly now
are you crumbling on my account

i won't let you fall away

you are shard of glass
the one we shattered when we were drunk off our asses
we were afraid to set foot on the floor
so we were trapped in bed unable to get to the door

i won't let you fall away

   it's your saving grace
   you are iron to my yielding face
   i can't let anyone else take your place
   i don't hold that key and i've caving in

and i only deny my feelings for you
while you deny all of our pitchings and reelings too
now i'm overboard
you won't save me, you won't hang on anymore

but i won't let you fall away

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/10/1211597/

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In the “freaky” category, i returned to the apartment from my PiNu meeting to be greeted by a strange scent. Puzzled, i searched (through our two rooms) for Matt, having passed him on my way to the meeting. However, he was nowhere to be found. Attributing the weird smell to the windows being closed while the heat was on, i logged onto the internet, opened some windows, and headed to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, i found the tub full with a murky blue water. The scent connected; it was Ajax cleanser. I had a panicked moment where i thought i had got up to run a bath during my earlier nap, having dreamed of one, but i honestly wouldn’t have known where to find the cleanser. Then i thought for a moment that Matt had drowned himself, but either way i wasn’t too keen on reaching a hand into the tub. So, i just let it sit there. The water level does not appear to be going down, and in a position similar to my stance on the quarter in the toilet issue, i refuse to submerge my hand to toy with the drain without something like a nuclear-waste-disposal suit on.

At least it’s a clean smell…

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/10/1150648/

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In a heartbreaking turn of events, some young man was just directed to my site after searching on the phrase “How to wear a Jock Strap.” Not only does he not know how to wear a jockstrap now, i fear that he might suffer from an indifference to dating and an urge to write down everything he feels so that random people on the internet can read about it. Good luck with that jockstrap, son.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/10/1149183/