Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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Reading old blogs from back when i was intelligent; imagine what this day will seem like a year from now… thoughts like that scare me. Looking back a year ago today i see a person that is entirely familiar but wholly different than who i am now. I hadn’t even written “crashing” for another handful of days. And, since my songs are an accurate sketch of my life, you can easily head over to the AMkitchen part of my site to witness all of the emotions i found over the course of the last year. I can’t even begin to imagine where the next year will take me … hopefully somewhere good.

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Well, it goes to show you, you need to relentlessly search google for any news it can scrape up about your favourite artists, because the news is out there. I consider myself a huge Garrison Starr fan, but i can’t imagine how i was intending to find out about any of her new work. Of course, now i will get hooked up with the EP no matter what it takes. And i have Google to thank!

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No one pays me very much attention, which is starting to make me think this has turned into a boring diary-esque piece of drivel. At first it was bitingly fun and sarcastic and now it’s just habit. Can you tell? maybe changes are on the way, who knows. I need to decide what to wear tonight. There, now i fell like a stupid fucking teenybopper. Happy?

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I wonder what it would sound like if i reviewed my own CD… probably some rubbish about how the songs are “ultimately ambitious but all too often struck from the same mold. hopefully one day he’ll learn to break it and reassemble it as something new.” Of course, that’s how i actually feel about my music most days. Which means i must be a very good reviewer

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When i spend a weekend at home, the place turns into a cyclone ravaged wasteland. Matt told me he wouldn’t be home until tomorrow… and so i wasted no time in leaving everything i could on the floor and in the hallway. When left to my own devices for a weekend i tend to enter my residence and start shedding stuff as i make my way to the couch or bed. After two or three such sheds, the apartment looks either like it was ransacked or like it played host to a rather rambunctious threesome (or foursome) who couldn’t wait to get into the bedroom to get naked. Of course, neither of those things ever happens in my apartment. Yep, it’s just me in here….

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