why do women’s shoes have to be the loudest things in the universe?

By Christa 19 June, 2007 random, song of the day

So, summer is upon us, and that’s great and everything, but it has its drawbacks, mainly women and their shoes. All day long they walk around in their flip-flops/sandals/thongs/slides/mules, flap flap flap, look at me I’m so cute, flap flap flap, my shoes are so sprightly, flap flap flap. these ladies make enough racket to wake the dead. or annoy me, same difference. flap flap flap flap. that’s all I hear. flap flap flap. shutup! keep your shoes to yourself! stop annoying me! go “lay out” some more in your unending quest for skin cancer and/or a rich leathery hide! be bouncy and young (or pretending to be anyway) elsewhere! Yes!

But do so quietly.

Speaking of quiet, today I pick umm…arcade fire and their lovely crown of love. yay arcade fire! speaking of the af, I haven’t bought their new album yet, but I’ve read it’s sublime. there seems to be a lot of new albums I want. hm. Maybe I will make list of coveted music. probably not though.

p.s. an ex-hab as the bruins’ coach? blasphemous!

You know, it isn’t just women’s summer shoes that are noisy. They have noisy shoes year-round, with all their damn heels and their clackity-clacks. as Gob would say, come on!

speaking of Gob, here is the funniest utube video ever. He’s says “come on” in it. Watch it, you will laugh. guaranteed!

mondays are sleepy

By Christa 18 June, 2007 best of loafe, vol 1, song of the day, zombies

I can barely keep my eyes open. all day I’ve been a zombie.

braaaaaaainsssss.

today’s sotd: southern sun – paul oakenfold (rename appropriately). It’s sung by a lady named carla werner and I don’t know what her other music is like, but she’s got a nice voice. You can find some good remixes of southern sun floating around out there in the breeze, if you’re so inclined. you’re probably not though, which is cool.

Can I tell you how tired I am of people on the street asking me for money? I am not even nice about it anymore. And most of them can’t even be bothered to ASK you for your money, they just shake their cup of change at you as you pass. Like I tell Ryland, “use your words when you want something.”

I wish I could be more understanding, love your fellow man/those less fortunate, etc etc, but honestly, that’s just a load. I have nothing left in me for them, no sympathy, no compassion, no hope, and certainly no money. If some of those people showed as much dedication to other areas of their life as they do to panhandling, maybe they wouldn’t be on the street asking strangers for money. And like my lousy handful of change is going to make any difference. They’ll be there tomorrow doing the same thing. I certainly don’t work all day for them.

I know I’m an awful person, but it doesn’t bother me. I’m okay with it. There are too many people to care about everyone, to help them all. People are boring and lame besides.