Is this a bit too boring to look at? I was getting a bit sick of that background… it was blending into everything else on my desk so that i couldn’t even focus on the page. But, i probably read it a lot more than you do :p
by krisis
Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
Is this a bit too boring to look at? I was getting a bit sick of that background… it was blending into everything else on my desk so that i couldn’t even focus on the page. But, i probably read it a lot more than you do :p
by krisis
And now it is the weekend again, and this week feels as though it floated away out from under me without my having taken the slightest notice. I played my guitar once, i watched teevee once, and i ate out every night, and here i am easily $60 in the hole and otherwise absolutely the same. Hopefully the weekend will make up for it…
by krisis
My right tonsil is the approximate size and shape of a golf ball right now. I have to swallow crookedly to get around it. I’m not entirely sure how this happened (oh, other than the several hours i spent walking around in the rain last night), but it’s starting to really bother me a great deal. My tonsils, apparently, are so very abused from all the strep throat i had as a child that the slightest chill or post-nasal drip sends them ballooning out of control. And it sucks. I’d love to get them taken out, but apparently my recovery time could be horrendous seeing as how huge they are. Yum.
by krisis
I drink coffee now. How obscene is that? A year and a half working at the coffee shop and i barely even had one au lait every month, and now i have my requisite 20oz. by noon every day (which feels perfectly lovely on my eternally-empty morning stomach). Honestly, i think it’s because we have weak coffee, the kind that normal humans can actually ingest. I was a coffee snob for a while there, but there’s no use being a snob about something i can’t even choke down a sip of. It’s like those people who collect antique furniture and then have no were to sit.
by krisis
Everything has been more vivid lately. It started out with my shirts at work … all of them stand out as if someone coated me with melted crayolas against the bleaker greys and blues my coworkers wear. But, that vividness started to bleed into the rest of my life as well; this weekend sitting on Kathe’s floor singing along to songs that both of us didn’t know the words to i felt more real and grounded than i had in weeks. I’ve been out to eat five nights in a row, surrounded by other people with eyes twinkling and mouths rattling and finally realizing that i’m surrounded by a world where sometimes before it was more like a world surrounding me. At work i have the power to put a smile on someone’s face, or to get them to think about what they’re doing with the rest of there life. I made my friends laugh for an hour straight tonight over dinner just by being me. It’s like my life, in hypercolor: everything is brighter, and the contrast is sharper than ever.