Enough yapping; it’s off to the coffee shop for me. I’ll be back in seven hours, smelling of expresso. And, who knows, that could be a turnon for someone…
by krisis
thoughts
I get asked at least once a month by strangers if i’m Canadian or British. Apparently i just don’t fit into their preconcieved North American Eastern Seaboard standards of communications. Or maybe it’s because i’m fragile-looking and i have odd taste in music. Hell, if that qualifies me for British or Canadian citizenship, let me in already!
I absolutely dislike Am i Hot or Not? because it’s obviously a very negative environment where only the very conventionally sexy are given any credit. Having said that, it’s been brought to my attention that my folk-idol Peter Mulvey has had his picture uploaded to that wretched website. It’s always been one of my favourite shots of him, and i encourage you all to go and give my favourite singer-songwriter a rating higher than 5 or 6 so that he won’t feel ugly if he ever goes to take a look. Or, maybe not all singer-songwriters have such fragile egos, but i’m not sure yet.
After i died in my dream, my friends could tell when i was near them even though they couldn’t see me. I could tell how well someone knew me by how much they reacted to my presence. I finally did manage to communicate with someone, but i don’t remember who it was. I wish i did.
I think i might kill myself while in Florida. I’ll be without my guitar (i can’t bring it on the flight as a carry-on, and as shitty as it as i still refuse to check it as luggage) and without a computer (visiting a lot of older relatives, no computers that i’m aware of [though i should bring some access numbers to *something* just in case] ). Sure, four days doesn’t sound like much, but you should’ve seen the blind panic i was in on Thanksgiving night when i got online and couldn’t access blogger. Not pretty.