May 7
can you get it done?

I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul. -William Ernest Henley

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I am never having sex with another American boy ever again. Foreign boys are just way cuter and sexier and so much more interesting. And, in my experience, they tend to be much more honest and straightforward than American boys, and more accepting and just all around better. I should also amend what I've just said to "I am never having sex with another American boy ever again unless they have a sexy Boston or NY accent."


 

11:00am

Sometimes, I wonder what exactly it is that I want. I am not too sure. On one hand, I like how things are right now. I'm alone and I like it, I can do what I want with whoever I want, I don't feel obligated to anyone or anything. I live my life pretty much according to whim. And I'm okay with that. I like being Christa and only Christa. But I also feel something else at times, this longing for something more. A connection to someone that isn't just sexual. Someone I can just sit there with and watch TV and be perfectly okay and comfortable with the quiet. Maybe not a Boyfriend (TM), but that sort of idea. One boy that I have sex with on a regular basis. Someone that will play Scrabble with me, or Boggle, or Yahtzee (those are my favorite games). Someone who will pat my head and let me rest it on their shoulder for a bit. I think mostly I enjoy being single. But the life of a single gal like myself makes times when you're alone a little more lonely.

You'd think I could learn to talk about something else. You'd think.

I am looking forward to seeing Gina. She makes me laugh. we're goofy and funny together. we laugh a lot. Too bad she's so stupid. Her husband is hot, though.

I am listening to the bangles' eternal flame mp3 right now. heehee. it's so very good. so so very good. I love you, eternal flame. I kiss you and hug you and love you all night long.

I think I would make an excellent drug addict. I could really get into it, I think. I'm not trying to insult drug addicts or recovering drug addicts or future drug addicts, not at all, I'm just saying that I think I would be really good at it. Especially heroin. I think that would be my drug of choice were I to become a drug addict. Thankfully, I like shopping and buying stuff too much to waste my precious money on drugs.

So I played the big game lottery cause the prize money was this insane amount, and no one won it, so now it's even more insane. I shall win next week. Anne Marie and I were talking about it yesterday, all the things we'd do and buy and who we'd share it with and blah blah. It was fun. I love you, money. I kiss you and hug you and love you all night long.

I bet if I did a word count on the number of times I say "I" or "me" and the different variations, I'd get into sets of numbers that haven't even been discovered yet.

Yesterday was warm but the sun ended up hiding behind clouds most of the day. However, it is out and shining right now and that means that I am going to lay down on the grass and bask today. I am also hungry. so I will eat too.

I think bones are cool.

 

I use this box for lists. christa's cafe is lists! sweet magical tasty lists!

For every list, there is an anti-list. I actually don't know what that means.
but who really cares? exactly.

I wonder what my stupid lists have to do with a cafe. Cause I called this christa's cafe. there isn't a connection. I wish I had saved some of the lists from my old crazy-list-making days.

accents I like:
-canadian
-irish
-english
-boston
-new york

this was a dumb list, but it's true. you know, it seems like I would like the show on VH1 called "the list" and I do sort of like it, but it also annoys me because the people can pick the dumbest things for their lists and it just bugs me a whole lot.


 

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