Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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Each week is like a wave crashing upon and then receding from a sandy shore. Monday seems safe but by Tuesday night the whole thing is looming rather large and on Wednesday i’m lucky if i’m not totally bowled over. Thursday is not as difficult, but if i’m not careful i’m pulled down by the undertow, unable to take a breath. Finally, Friday is just a rapidly quieting echo of the powerful surge i’d encountered. Saturday and Sunday are like that weightless sensation you feel as your feet are sucked down into the wet sand by the vacuum of water escaping back to sea all around you. And then i wake up and it’s monday again and i can see another one coming..

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I found a rather off-kilter search in my referrer logs and i wanted to share the story behind it with y’all.. You see, I am a cheese fries addict, and will order them at any food truck, diner, or restaurant where i can find them. However, i’ve only ever mentioned these delectable treats twice in my blogging history: on two pages seperated by at least a month. Despite this, i’m ranked in the top ten on this yahoo/google search. Also very odd is that at least three of the other links originate in Philadelphia, and that the person searched just for the words “cheese fries” … and i can’t imagine what they expected to find through those means. Anyhow, rather interesting, huh?

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It feels good to have people digging through my past at 4am in the morning… it gives me a sort of addictive quality where i hold sway over sleepy people who should be hard at work. And my pen has been burning to write lately as well. Oh well, i’m verging on late for the shop. I shouldn’t complain; today i get to pick all five discs in the changer. Oh, the power!

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I love the rain. Living in dorms and apartments doesn’t really give me the chance to enjoy it like i wish i could, but i love it all the same. This summer while we were training for Orientation, there was a massive downpour one really humid night, and a third of the orientation leaders decided to go outside and dance around like children. By the time we skipped and hopped the half a block to the soccer field we were soaked to the skin. On the curiously spongy astro-turf we kicked off our sandals and chased each other around for no reason at it. Towards the end we had a sort of sumo-wrestling match, which i lost at huge. The rain started to let up after a while, and without the constant torrent of fresh drops we all started to feel a bit soggy and cold, so we returned to the dorm and dripped our way back up to the eighth floor.

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I have this uncanny knack for wearing corduroys when it rains. When i put them on yesterday morning it was nice outside, though a bit chilled, but it managed to rain all night so i wound up looking and feeling like a damp piece of shag carpeting. We finally found our way to the indoor clues, at which point i knew i was going to get sick, and that made me all the more manic and anxious to get the hunt over with. I finally found a hot chocolate machine on the 7th floor of one of the engineering buildings, and after that everything got better.

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