Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
Rain pelting my windows and my lamp humming and spinning its wheel of colors at my ceiling and otherwise total quiet because my mouse is just hovering over idle time on instant messenger because i have no life except for the one i invent in my head and then come here to write down. I might as well just watch Ally McBeal.
by krisis
I just cursed my mom out on the phone. It’s a shame that she had to draw my fire, but it couldn’t be helped. Every so often i just get tired of being nice to everyone just so i can be a good person and decide instead to be a huge bitch. My mother called me at work at 9:30am and started whining about how i should break my lease and move home, and it got to the point where i just said “Fuck you,” and hung up on her. I’m sure i’m going to pay for that later, as i’ve never met a woman who enjoys being hung up on, but i don’t enjoy being fucked with, so we’re even.
by krisis
And now it’s today. Or whatever.
In the same way that i ate a whole box of tic tacs last night, i have a huge pillow firmly entrenched on the right side of my bed. I put it there during a cleaning frenzy and didn’t really think about it, and that night when i crashed out i left the pillow exactly where i first put it down. I slept that way for a few nights, easy and peaceful, before i realized that the pillow occupied the exact spot on my bed that Selina did in hers. And, of course, illusions are easy to see through when you know what they’re really made of. But, i slept well last night anyway.
by krisis
Sigh. Freaking cardboard paper-cut on my right index finger, which has got to be the most important finger i have when i’m not playing guitar. This day is a rainbow… streaks of happy, frazzled, miserable, excited all running through it as if my life just rained and this is what’s left over. I screamed and screamed at Matt because i have $5.64 in my checking account and he owes me nearly $500 in rent and bills. I almost felt like it was my fault when he pointed out that i don’t always bring the bills to his attention when i get them, but then i felt vindicated when i realized that he has to pay the rent every month and that i’ve been keeping a running tally of what he owes me on the coffee table for at least a whole month. I’ll get my big fat paycheck next Friday, so nothing should bounce, but if our balance isn’t $0 by then i’d rather just live in the apartment myself rather than paying for the both of us. Ugh.
This will be a long post. I sat on the same couch as Selina last night to play Encore (a singing game) with my fraternity. I finally got to hear her sing when she wasn’t concerned about me hearing her, and i fell in love with her voice. As beautiful as it is, i almost feel as though she was hiding it’s beauty underneath something all the times i ever heard her sing, and last night it was left uncovered as she quickly belted out lines from musicals and pop songs so that we could win the game. We spoke to each other, and even helped each other in the game. She’s still the most attractive person on earth, i still can’t go back to her because it wouldn’t work out, and i finally unblocked her on IM. Yep.
AIM just had the most spectacular crash i’ve ever seen, and i couldn’t get it to come back on for an hour. Finally, it loaded sans buddy list except for one person … Matt (because he’s sitting on his ass at his computer and so AIM came back up as soon at the network did). Thanx, aol. Anyway, i have to clean like mad tonight because i have fraternity people staying with me over the weekend. Blogs made this weekend should be … interesting. These are the same people from this post. Yep. Fun. Love y’all.
by krisis
I’m steaming the wrinkles out of the shirt and tie i intend to wear tomorrow, and every time i walk into the bathoom to check on them my lungs are heavy with air and my hair magically lifts itself into frizzy little curls. I wish i could have a room full of static electricity too … or maybe i could just use the dryer from time to time and wind up with the static and the crisp clothes. There’s a thought…