thursday divinity. a day late and a buck short.

By christa 9 November, 2007 ry pics, thursday divinity

are you writing the report?

so this is the 2nd week in a row I’ve missed thursday divinity. I can’t even be bothered to come up with one single spiritual thing a week? What is wrong with me. I can’t even think of something right now. But I’m going to, unlike last week when I didn’t even try.

Maybe this. When my billy goat baby gets up in the morning, he climbs into my bed and lays with me for a little while, and sometimes he’ll rub his chubby little hands up and down my arm, in a very comforting way. It’s the sweetest thing ever, it’s like he’s taking care of me, soothing my restlessness, and it is all just very nice. That happened yesterday morning, so that’s my thursday divinity.

ryeguy

thanks ry, you are always my divinity. an annoying, loud, attention-hogging, crying brat of a divinity. I love you so much. no really, I do.

Your depths made a pressure that punctured my works

By christa 9 November, 2007 best of loafe, vol 1, random

I’ve got to tell you loafe, I am getting crazy for those $500 headphones. You have no idea. I can’t stop thinking about them, how much better they are than anything I have, all the great things those headphones can bring to my life, how deliciously cozy they’ll be, slipping into my ears and engulfing me, their warm sweetness swirling around in my eardrums, licking my canals, dripping their plump juicy notes into my cochlea, vibrating with deep bass and pure crystalline treble.

I’m here at work, trying to concentrate, wearing these stupid lousy ear buds that cost me $40 or something lame like that, and I hate them. They make nothing drip, vibrate, dance. They do their job, sure. I can hear my music and it’s okay I suppose, nothing fancy or special, but at least they’re here for me when I need them. They don’t hurt me and they are here, right here, offering me their simple, basic, loyal sound, this very second. No longing, no waiting, no desire.

But these ears of mine, oh how they ache. They have a taste for the exotic, they’ve seen behind the curtain, and they are craving and yearning for so much more than ordinary.

They know, we know, all that is missing. So much mystery, so much rich sonic pleasure, residing just above and below me, but I can’t get at it, not from this place where me and my current headphones sit, this area of serviceable, unadorned sound.

But those $500 headphones? I know they can bring me to such great heights, I know this, and I must have them. owning them is the only thing that will quiet the fury inside me.

you don’t want to read this post.

By Christa 7 November, 2007 best of loafe, vol 1, random

my life is getting incredibly boring sitting here waiting for you.

I am drawn to guys who have money and big dicks. G only has one of those two; since we’re continually broke, it’s not difficult to figure out which one.

If I had to choose between the two, money or a big penis, I’d take the big penis (which is probably why I’m still with him). Because money comes and goes and I’d be the same miserable jerk even if I had loads of cash. If G had a teeny tiny? Well, no amount of money is going to make up for that. Plus, guys who have big penises have an intrinsic sort of confidence to them that a lack of skills in all other areas of life can’t touch. He’ll never need to do the stupid things guys do to make up for their penile shortcomings. He may have self-esteem issues with his level of education, his bank account, his entire life, but below the belt, well…ain’t nothing to sweat about there, he can walk tall and with a swagger.

And I’m not just talking length here either, because it’s the entire umm, package, as it were, that matters. Circumference, length, smoothness, hardness, heft. I’ve broke bread with many a penis and I can admit to you here and now that the balls and chain of my ball-and-chain tops the list.

I’m totally kidding. I don’t like guys just because they have money.

All the other stuff, though, that’s true.

You burned my heart with a flickering torch

By Christa 6 November, 2007 best of loafe, vol 1, random

halloween is truly the most evil of all holidays. Not because of the scary movies and costumes and general spooky vibe. No, the evil is because of the candy. those devilish little miniature candies, snack-sized, fun packed and individually wrapped for your convenience. Candy everywhere, so easy to eat, so hard to resist. who can say no to a teeny pack of m&m’s? Or a mini-peanut butter cup? or a tiny little packages of skittles? or a tube of smarties? What’s the harm? It’s just an itty bitty baby package. So cute. It can’t hurt.

But before you know it, you’re surrounded by hundreds of little wrappers crinkling at you, taunting you and all your fatty fatness.

There is seriously so much candy in my house, in my car, in my office, even at the gym…it’s haunting me and I am weak, so very weak.

and fat, so very fat.

god damn halloween. I fucking hate you.

no no, I’m sorry my sweet. I didn’t mean it. I get scared sometimes, that’s all. i still love you. come here. let me lay you down by the fire. We make beautiful love together. Put your halloween seed in me, let me have your candy babies. Then later, we’ll eat them together, as we make more beautiful candy babies to eat.