Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
It feels good to have people digging through my past at 4am in the morning… it gives me a sort of addictive quality where i hold sway over sleepy people who should be hard at work. And my pen has been burning to write lately as well. Oh well, i’m verging on late for the shop. I shouldn’t complain; today i get to pick all five discs in the changer. Oh, the power!
by krisis
I have this uncanny knack for wearing corduroys when it rains. When i put them on yesterday morning it was nice outside, though a bit chilled, but it managed to rain all night so i wound up looking and feeling like a damp piece of shag carpeting. We finally found our way to the indoor clues, at which point i knew i was going to get sick, and that made me all the more manic and anxious to get the hunt over with. I finally found a hot chocolate machine on the 7th floor of one of the engineering buildings, and after that everything got better.
by krisis
When you say “She’s a good writer,” it just sounds so awful. “Writer” isn’t really meant for that place in the sentence, and “Author” really doesn’t always fit either. That’s always bothered me… i suppose i’m just supposed to say “She writes well,” but what if i want to assign “her” a title such as “Writer.” What then? Not sure… newest alternative is “She’s a great collector of words.”
by krisis
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
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!