Sept 18
time to give up?

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary. -Margaret Atwood

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news update:

anne-marie is in philadelphia doing work stuff. the house is rejoicing until her return, when the house shall again mourn.


 

10:53 PM EST

I seriously need a new loafe design. every time I look at it, I just get really irritated.

so, who wants some free stuff? this includes (but is not limited to) the Beatles' "Let it Be" CD, three children's books, a book of short stories, a compilation CD that I made, and some other dumb little stuff. These items were all specially picked for someone, but you know, things happen and that someone is no longer in my life. but having these things around..it makes me very very unhappy and I need to get rid of them. and people I already know can't have them, either, so don't even bother. I want to never see these things or talk about them or think about them ever again.

I know! I'll just pick a random address from the internet and send it all to them. that's kinda cool.

unless a loafe reader really really wants them and can convince me why she should get them (or he, i suppose although really I think I am done with stupid boys and their stupid boy-ness).

I lose stuff. a lot of stuff. and very easily. I always have. I used to get in trouble all the time when I was younger because I'd come home without my sweater or my lunchbox or my backpack or this or that. my mom would yell at me so much. it drove her crazy. I was either losing stuff or breaking stuff. not much has changed since then.

I always got in trouble for fidgeting too. "why can't you just STAY STILL for chrissakes?!?" I still get yelled at for it, too.

a few weeks ago I lost my most favoritest sweatshirt in all the world. it really was the best sweatshirt. I left it in the stupid pub and now some dumb person has it and is wearing it and it belongs to me. I hate losing stuff. I just can't seem to stop.

"what am i still to you
some thief who stole from you
or some fool drama queen
who's chances were few"

guess who wrote that lryic and guess what song it's from?

Okay, here's another one:

"I hope one day you call up your father and you have the guts to tell him how he hurt you and how he made you hurt another, cause it makes me sad."

this is fun. let's do one more:

"it's not alright, it's not okay, I am sure I'll be blamed and I will take the shit you give."

I like to imagine my life through different songs. it's much more exciting that way.

can I just say that I have the coolest friends in the world? I do. I have the coolest friends in the world. I also have the coolest ex-friends, too.

and I don't hate anyone, so if you think I hate you, I don't.

and if you were included in the list of people who've hurt me the most, that doesn't mean that I didn't deserve it or that I think it was done on purpose or anything like that. so please don't be mad. I need less people walking out of my life and more people staying. if you think about it, it's kinda obvious, based on the number of people who have said to me "I no longer want you in my life", that there is definitely something inherently, fundamentally wrong with me.

I've figured out what I want. I want tenderness. I haven't had that from someone in so long, I have forgotten what it feels like. we all need it. I'm about ready to kill myself for it.

heard tonight on the simpsons: Homer: "trying is the first step of failure".

we could all learn from homer simpson.

peppermint patty was definitely the sexiest peanuts character and charlie brown was absolutely criminally insane to like that stupid redheaded girl and not her.

 

 

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!

my morning routine:
-hit snooze
-hit snooze
-hit snooze
-hit snooze
-hit snooze
-hit snooze
-hit snooze
-hit snooze
-hit snooze

-turn off alarm
-go back to sleep
-wake up and look at time
-swear and curse
-drag myself into bathroom
-brush teeth
-leave house
-speed to work

it is amazing what things will take the backseat to a few extra minutes of sleep in the mornings. I'd sell crack to babies at that moment if it meant I could sleep for just two more minutes.

 

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