Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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Yesterday i was whining to the theatre peeps about my yet-to-be finished upstairs bathroom, which mostly owes it’s unfinished state to the fact that inside of the stall shower there is belly-button height bar along the three walls that isn’t entirely secured to the wall. It isn’t that i need some sort of safety catch in case i slip while reaching for soap or shampoo, but at any point where it isn’t firmly connected to the wall there is a gaping hold in the water-proofing and i’m afraid i’ll make the inside of my wall rot if i take a shower before it’s finished.

So, anyhow, i was lamenting that i want my shower fixed, not only so i can take quick morning showers, but because the handle-bar seems ideal for two-person maneuvering inside of a stall shower. This brought a hearty chuckle from the sexually frustrated theatre crowd, and then the conversation kept moving.

So, today the repair guy came by to see what was still left to be fixed in the house, and when i remarked to him about the broken shower bar he replied: “Well, you know what that’s from, don’t you?” [insert blank stare from yours truly] “Sex in the shower.”


I rest my case.

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Everything is slightly under control. Or, i keep telling myself that. Whether it’s true or not is not going to matter until Tuesday because i am escaping Philadelphia for the weekend. It’s quite insane, actually, but it’s just about the only insane thing i’ve tried to do since i got out of my own house, so i’m enjoying it. Meanwhile, my mother wants to know when i’m leaving. When i’m getting back. What my flight numbers are. The number the place where i’m staying. What train am i taking to the airport. My answer to her went something like: Hello, get the fuck out of my life.

Typically i can tell her to back off and she does – this is a typical dance for us. But, lately i’ve really let my guard slip and suddenly my mother is in my face every time we see each other. All i let slip is that i’m going though a slightly depressive few weeks (which i’ve been having on and off for years and have never been so stupid to say anything about it to her), and then she sees the tiniest pipe in the world sitting on our table and suddenly every question is to the Nth degree. And, so, here i am whining to you about it instead of doing my Creative Writing Homework.

I just… hate her in a lot of ways. Aside from how awfully retarded my social growth was, i am a perfectly capable 20 year old … i hold down a huge academic scholarship, i’ve had a regular job ever since i started school two years ago, and this is my second year living on my own in an apartment without really asking her for any help with money. And, what really gets me, is that she has no concept of any of this… if i tell her that i can’t see her on a Wednesday because i have so much work due for Thursday she just stares at me with these blank eyes asking “Well, this will only take an hour or two.” If i complain that books are too damned expensive this term she tries to slip me twenties all day, but is then amazed when i was under the impression that she was going to buy me a package of toilet paper at Walmart.

Same old shit. Going to college in Philadelphia was at once the best idea and the biggest mistake i ever made. I wish so hard that i had chosen Boston instead, and then i’d be far away from her grasp and she couldn’t help but believe i was capable because she wouldn’t be able to lay a hand on me. But, here she is always able to track me down and find the chinks in my armor, no matter how small.


Sure, that’s what mom’s are for. Excuse me for not appreciating it just this once.

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Which would you rather do? : Blithely inform your mother that you want to see a psychiatrist about potential clinical depression or Blithely ignore your mother as she examines your roommates pipe and asks what she uses it to smoke.


Well, i’m a lucky little fuck, cause i got to do both today.

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I have a pimple on my nose. A big, red, pimple.

I am not the most serious person in the world about skin care, but i am not a fan of pimples because i look silly enough without them. I used to have all sorts of hydrating things and alleviating things and concealing things for just such an emergency, but that was in high school. Sure, they all came with me to the dorm freshmen year, but i haven’t really had a big red nose pimple for years. And, here i am.


At least god can’t make me go through puberty again … (crosses fingers)

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Farah Fawcett was on Letterman last night, and i am absolutely convinced that she was stoned off her gourd. As her behavior ranged to the more absurd and erratic during her chat with Dave i found myself mentally ticking off the things she might and might not be on: much too orderly and coherent to be drunk, much too collected for methamphetamines, not distracted enough for hallucinogens. During the first commercial break i pretty much decided on marijuanna.

You have to wonder what goes through Dave’s head when he has rowdy guests on, whether they’re drugged or not. I’d wager that first he weighs whether it’s even appropriate to continue interviewing the person, and then whether he should cut it short, and then whether their rowdiness (or substance abuse) makes them funny … in which case they should be booked again immediately. I’m not sure where he was in the decision making process with Farah last night… i don’t think she posed much of a threat to anyone between giggles and confused looks out into the audience, and Marv Albert happened to be there in case she came across the desk at Dave. Of course, there’s always the theory that she was overwhelmed by her desire for the Dave/Marv combo…


I usually don’t watch late-nite teevee, but my mother called me at quarter to midnite to inform me that Garbage was going to be on Letterman, because my mother is attuned to my tastes that much. Garbage was decent; they seriously need another woman on stage to do the harmony from the new album (and it could never hurt to have another instrumentalist around). As for me, i’ve been working on backend stuff, give me a day or two to get my act together. In the meantime, much thanx to joannou and tangled for their links. Attention is always appreciated :p

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