Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

selfy-stuff

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I think i might start compulsively lying and making up stuff to make this more interesting. It just makes me a bit queasy thati get online and just spill all the contents of my head out onto my keyboard. It’s messy. And, crushing krisis has apparently become the behind the scenes guide to my life, since quite a few of my friends read it to catch up on what they missed and then talk to me about it. I’m actually okay with that, as opposed to some journalers who run screaming from their server when their real friends find them out. What disturbs me is that this is so banal now that my friends read it to catch up. It’s become just a pale reflection of my already pale life. Which means, those out in internet-land can’t be having too much fun reading it. Or maybe they are; humans are nothing if not voyeurs, and this is the perfect window to through which you can see me naked. And my ass isn’t even that nice…

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1423646/

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My life has been reduced to nothing. All i know how to do is surf the internet, watch reruns of friends, sometimes go to class, sleep, and combinations thereof. I haven’t read a book since i got my copy of To Reign In Hell in the mail, and i really only ever play guitar if i have to record a Trio. My life, in a word, is boring. I don’t know how it got that way, but i suspect the internet’s to blame for a good deal of it. Whereas most kids nowadays get attention deficit disorder from flipping teevee channels, i get it from hyperlinks. Yes, folks, hyperlinks make me hyper. And now i can’t properly pay attention to anything that doesn’t have a little underline when i hover my mouse over it. So sad…

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1423606/

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Meanwhile, i had to wake up at 9am this morning to attend a “balloon training” to prepare me for my service in the Philadelphia Boscov’s Thanksgiving Day Parade (older than the New York one, i might add). A bunch of Pi Nu Epsilon people volunteered to carry a balloon, and we got Rocky of Rocky & Bullwinkle! And he’s “parade element #69!” Yeah, we’re pretty juvenile. Of course, we were a hell of a lot more collected than the Union members and various white trash that were also there today. Most of them couldn’t figure out how to arrange themselves beneath the balloon, and nearly killed us in line for lunch. There was one of those redundant loops in the line which really just caused more entanglement and frustration, so when PiNu got to the loop we stopped and waited for the loop to clear so we could have a straight line. Of course, this meant that the 30 or so people behind us had to stand still for about 15 minutes (though, since they weren’t in the loop they could observe what was going on in the line, instead of being shoved into a corner). The snappish little bitch at the head of that section was convinced we had stopped short to let more people in front of us, and repeatedly tried to insist that students taking the elevator’s up to their design studios were in fact trying to cut in line. Finally, the loop evaporated, and we stepped forward into the newly straightened line, at while point the entirety of the people behind us rushed forward to fill the loop that we had just eliminated, somehow equating their needless movement to getting closer to the food. Which, trust me, they weren’t.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1401947/

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Is there a saturation point of loneliness? And, does it come when your at your most lonely? I say that it actually arrives when you’re in the middle … blissfully in the midst of your companions one night and alone the next. Contrast is what makes it worse; knowing that just last night you were happy and laughing and now you’re just worthless. Or something. Anyhow, maybe lust is like that too; maybe you lust for so long that you forget what it really means until you’re reminded of it again. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but there’s only so fond a heart can get if it can’t remember what she even looked like…

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1389011/

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It’s gone back and forth so many times… people thought i was gay, so eventually i decided that i didn’t give a fuck and i flirted with them to make them uncomfortable as a defense mechanism, so then people stopped teasing me because they all assumed i actually was gay, so now i’m just really defensive about it, which makes me seem like i’m in the closet, so now my friends mostly take bets behind my back about when i’ll finally hook up with some really nice guy.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1369619/