Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
Sometimes that early-morning dew that leaves my room smooth and cool to the touch is really just grease, with the grit and asphalt of the city as its pan, and five hours later we are roasting and still sticking to everything.
The woodchuck on the label of my cider looks quite silly holding a raspberry up to his nose, and i opted for a cup and straw instead, which – i think – makes this day inconceivably more lazy than it was beforehand.
by krisis
I don’t think i’m ever going to be able to live somewhere where i can’t sit in front of my computer in my underwear at odd hours of the night staring at the internet and trying to think of something to say.
by krisis
You sit down and promise to write all this week and then you get distracted by food and television and work and sleep and suddenly it’s friday and you’ve got one post to show for all of your trouble and you already forget everything you had meant to say this week other than “i’m tired” or “i’m bored” so you just head back to work for another few hours until you can go home.
by krisis
A general malaise; now that i have gotten some things accomplished everything else has just faded out of sight. Sitting here in my navy blue underwear trying to decide if i should play guitar for three more minutes or just turn the air-conditioning down. Stack of albums to my right that i’ve listened to already, none of which i recall hearing. Half eaten container of macaroni & cheese in the fridge.
I really should have gone to work today.
by krisis
Wow, it’s been a while since i sat down just to write something rambly, pointless, and dripping with sarcasm.
I definitely feel more real now.