Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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There has been lazy rain dropping through the haze all day and it has left the sky a baby kind of yellow like ruddy cheeks after a long shower. I bought lots of food so that i’m not starving so often, and i washed some dishes. Tiny dents in the giant pile of stuff i’ve been meaning to get done. I finally did away with all of my various nested tables because they were from the ages of antiquity. Matt fits perfectly on the couch from toe to top of touseled hair. He sleeps there often and i can never figure out why … this room is cooler but the couch is too fuzzy for this weather and we can turn the air on in the other room. I’ve decided not understanding a roommate is no reason to hate them. I have fixings for tortellini alfredo that will be yummily cooked as soon as i finish the second half of my dishes. Also, i updated my favourite links with recent reads book of days and halo33, as well as adding liz to the crushed bar.

I have been neglecting linking to Liz for quite some time now and it has only really hurt me because i keep forgetting to read her site; she comes at everything freshly and she makes me feel young and romantic even when i’m not feeling too much like either of those at all. Reading her page actually puts a lazy smile on my face that leaves me glowing & clean afterwards. Just like the rain.

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2001/07/4379488/

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The rain started pounding down so hard that i couldn’t even make out the light that was on in the window across the street, and it was in that exact moment i decided i needed to be sitting on my windowsill with my legs dangling out of the window enjoying the storm. After futzing hopeless with the endless leak that is my air conditioner i finally just threw some towels down on the window sill, threw the screen open, and leaned out into the rain. So, here i am in my nearly unlit apartment with colors splayed on my ceiling from my omnipresent bubbly floor-lamp and Diana Ross and the Supremes telling me all i ever needed to learn about love via my stereo.


If anyone feels like going out to dance in the rain, just let me know…

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2001/06/4027513/

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As much as you’ll catch me on IM in the dead of the night have deep conversations about emotion in high relief and how The David is really looking in two different directions, i am honestly a morning person. The only problem is, you have to find a way to get me out of the bed, into the shower, and then into clean clothes. Then, and only then, am i truly a morning person. Today Kim and I hit the floor of the sparkling new Superfresh down on Deleware avenue not a second later than 8:15, and we were giggling right down every aisle. Somehow i wound up spending $130 on groceries, which makes sense because i’m cooking a huge italian meal tonight and i decided i should start eating breakfast, but it made me feel like much more of a grownup. Not just because i spent all of that on groceries, but i never once stopped to think “if i just starve myself twice as long as these would last i could have a new guitar.” Somehow valuing the experience of trying to operate a self-checkout lane and knowing i could afford whatever the food came to is worth more (i know, it’s blaspheme) than a new guitar (or a second night of Madonna tix…).

What happened afterwards was the real proof i’m a morning person: i stormed into the apartment with groceries and announced to poor tortured Matt that i was defrosting the refridgerator by hand and that he should put on some good music. And, four solid inches of ice later (don’t even ask…) we have a clean empty refridgerator and lots of new groceries and it’s full-on spring and i just feel like someone flicked the little on switch that’s hidden behind my right earlobe and suddenly now i’m all powered up and ready to appreciate something.

All of that in exchange for three hours of sleep. But, it’s not really how much you sleep, it’s when you wake up.

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2001/06/3908916/

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For those of you keeping track of these things, my apartment currently houses over 300 cds, 50 blank cds that ought not to be blank, seven randomly distributed neckties, 6 different version of Tori Amos’s “Waitress,” five guitars in various detuned states, four unread Philadelphia Weeklys, three laundry baskets whose contents need washing or folding, two pieces of equipment that explicity belong to Drexel University, and absolutely nothing edible other than a single jumbo-sized jar of peanut butter. Yum.

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2001/05/3804100/

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The oddest thing happened to me wednesday night. There was a knock on my door, and i immediately was ready to scream “Jesus, Matt, how the hell did you manage to lose your keys?” but when i looked out the peephole i saw something that was definitely more girl-shaped than Matt (Josh chimes in: Dude, I’m more girl-shaped than Matt.) Sorry, anyway… I opened the door and there was a girl there. I asked timidly “Am i being loud?”, and in response i was handed a wine cooler, and the girl doing the handing said “I just wanted to tell you that i love listening to you through my ceiling and i wanted to give you something, so here.” I sorta just stood there dumbfounded for a second, opening and closing my mouth, and then said “Wow… um… thank you.” We chatted for a very strange minute or two during which i found out she lives directly beneath me, and then she left. I put the bottle down on my stereo and started working on my new song again, but the bottle was staring me down. It felt weird sitting there.

Bottle in hand i went downstairs and rapped on her door, and she opened it with a sorta bemused look on her face and i said “I don’t really take liquor from strangers, but i’ll come down and play you some songs this weekend and drink it then.” We wound up talking for an hour, during which time i learned that i’m “famous.” My next door neighbor apparently turns off his teevee at night to listen to me play, her entire family knows who i am from her commenting on me while on the phone, and her boyfriend was totally ecstatic to hear me bleeding down through the walls one day when he woke up. “I’m sorta like a teevee character, huh?” “Well, I didn’t want you to think i wanted to hook up with you or anything, but i just had to come up and give you something or say something. So, both”


We sat on her floor with her door wide open for a while and figured out that the weird italian looking guy in spandex from her dorm was actually Joey, and she even knows Selina from working in the language department, and i wound up promising to communicate through notes slipped under her door, and that i’d show up with my guitar over the weekend.

And to think i thought she was going to complain about me being loud.

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2001/04/3185795/