August 28
I was out in the fields plowing, so I didn't hear the telephone ring.

People say I'm strange. Does that make me a stranger?"-DC Talk

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Today's loafe is courtesy of the hugely talented rockstar Ryan, creator of theme songs and other worldly goods. loafe is both proud and lucky to have him. and he isn't kidding, I AM busy like a muttha, moving into my new digs.


 

9:49 AM PST

Why did the dog go fast? Because he had a can opener.

I feel it is best to start things off with a joke. It makes you all nice and cozy and sedated. This is Ryan, composer of the Loafe Theme Song, "Christa Rocks!" Christa is busying moving like a muttha. So she needs to take a little break from loafe.

Where shall I begin to shall? I shall begin now. I really wish my parents named me Sal. That way if I ever decided to join the mob, I would have a name that fits. No wiseguy has ever been named Ryan. And another thing what's the deal with all these mothers and fathers naming their children Ryan. Please stop it. I think it's time for parents to recycle names from antiquity. If I ever have a son, I think I'll call him Woodrow.

Today, was quite lazy. Was it like that for all of you? I have a theory, that laziness spreads sort of like a cold front. And speaking of cold fronts, the one over Minnesota kicked ass. How many of you out there have seen "Emmet Otter's Jug Band Christmas"? If everyone in the entire world took that show to heart, the world would be about 99.9% better.

"A pretty girl dancing to jug band music. And a mess of mom's barbeque." ~ Paul Williams "Momma's Barbeque"

And other thing, what's all this hoopla over hoopla? I mean, as if hoopla wasn't enough. Hoopla, by itself, isn't bad. But you have to have some substance, something to back it up. Everything thing you do, do it like a muttha.

Some parting words: The Grateful Dead once put up a billboard in Arcata, California. It said "There ain't no time to hate." That includes yourself. So, don't screw yourself over.

"For I won't be apart of the cocktail generation. Partners waltz, devoid of all romance. The music plays, and everyone must dance. I'm bowing out. I need a second chance." ~ Don McLean "Castles in the Air."

 

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? not me!

Ryan's favorite words:
-Lucid . . . as in "Baby, I'm so lucid tonight."
-Chonies . . . as in "Lay off the chonies!"
-Fixin' . . . as in "I'm fixin' to fix some fixings."
-Hobo . . . as in "I want to ride the rails like a Hobo."
-Fig . . . as in "Hey man, don't get crazy on me. It's all just a fig."
-Garfunkel . . . as in "Soy Arturo Garfunkel."
-Heaven . . . as in "She sends me to heaven. Then to the supermarket."
-Synth . . . as in "The synth was settling down into my head."
-Darlin' . . . as in "My Darlin' left me. Last time I saw her, she was swimming across the sea."

 

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