Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
So, yeah, anyhow, i really shouldn’t spend all day swooning over girls with boyfriends, no matter how much i like them and how much i coulda/shoulda/woulda asked them to go do something somewhere before they had a boyfriend. Which is not to say i’m not going to keep talking about her all week, but i don’t want to make her blush too much.
by krisis
Do all incredibly cute blonde girls get nicknamed Tink? I only ask because, my (cute blonde) co-worker Trish says she’s never heard anything of the like, but Laurel had an email address with ‘Tink’ in it too… any thoughts on this little conundrum?
by krisis
by krisis
It’s funny what can make you feel worthwhile. For me, it’s someone actually believing in me … my music, my personality, my desires. I believe in myself plenty, but sometimes having someone else believe too makes all the difference in the world. For other people it’s different, though. Sometimes i mention someone offhandedly on here, and to them that’s the coolest thing in the world because it means i was thinking about them even though i was totally apart from them and just staring at my computer screen. A compliment’s a compliment, either way, and i’m just as happy to give them as i am to receive. But, as far as websites go, i’m only ever flattered when i’m mentioned by Rabi :p
by krisis
I’m supposed to be relating all sorts of details from this weekend right now, as per request of several real-life readers. It’s funny, because i first installed a blog on my page just to have a place to lay down random thoughts, and now it’s become a clearinghouse for the emotions i (c/w/sh/)ouldn’t ever say to someone’s face. And, that wasn’t ever really my intention, but in a way it’s turned this from a random whiney websight into some sort of insidious emotional tool. And every tool is a weapon if you hold it right, but in this case i’m just not sure what sort of grip i’ve got on it….