Saturday, February 22, 2003
fuck all.

it's friday. i've got f u c k - a l l to say.

instead, i'll tell you a riddle. [i distinctly remember this one driving
seastreet crazy one night - sitting in my car in his driveway.... remember, sea?]

a woman is in her home. it's nighttime. she's reading a book. she starts to get tired, and decides to go to bed. she puts down the book, walks to the door of the room she's in, shuts off the light, goes downstairs, and goes to sleep.

when she wakes up in the morning, she goes to pick up the newspaper outside her door. she reads the headline, goes inside, and commits suicide.

warning: use your brain - don't put the answer in the comment box. and i'm sure the answer is somewhere on the internet ... but if you cheat, you're karmically dooming yourself to a future life as a short-lived cockroach. and you will be crushed by my future-self's manolo blahniks. believe you me.



love, krissa .... 1:09 AM ... link!

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Thursday, February 20, 2003
public: what are we doing tonight, petit hiboux?
petit hiboux: what we do every night, public. getting published in columns and attempting to take over the world ...


a while ago, i wrote
this.

after it traipsed around the internet a couple times, a columnist in michigan got a look at it.

the result?

this.

wicked cool.

love, krissa .... 10:02 PM ... link!

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various and sundries

you know you're sex-starved when:

you're riding the subway, thinking some very explicit thoughts about recent sexual encounters, and some guy winks at you. probably because you're wearing your irresistibly cute pink wool hat. but you immediately think, he can read my mind! and blush furiously.

you know you're love-starved when:

the sight of a boy picking up his girlfriend, prince charming style, to carry her over a snowbank makes you want to plop down and cry.

and finally, you know you've been spending too much time on the internet when:

you have a dream where you and
sarah b. are performing a snazzy jazz dance routine to george michael's faith in an auditorium full of high schoolers.

huzzah!

love, krissa .... 1:33 AM ... link!

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Tuesday, February 18, 2003
wherein i ...

... am quite glad i don't own a car.

... topped my own personal record for Best Quiche Ever at brunch this sunday.

... missed the nada surf concert last night due to extreme pissy weather conditions.

... am leaving for brasil in less than three weeks.

... quite tired of being a cog in the corporate machine.

... have had the cockles of my heart appropriate warmed by
these two and their valentine's day antics.

... have come to the realization that one particular boy i know makes absolutely no sense at all.

... have also tried to leave a corner of my heart cynicism-and-fear-free for the one boy out there who might actually deserve that space. he knows who he is.

... have decided to grow out my hair.

... have given up sugar.

... have talked to erin every day this week.

... love you all very much but simply too wiped out to say anything else remotely witty.

[update 4.37pm:]... just broke the 10K mark, since november 2002. huzzzah! drinks all around.


love, krissa .... 8:15 PM ... link!

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