honor the dead? honor this.

By christa 15 May, 2007 random

I wish I knew why people are so nutzoid about death. “Don’t speak ill of the dead.” Fuck that. A lousy person is a lousy person, regardless of her state of being. And besides, the universe doesn’t give two sheets when someone dies, except for maybe wishing a few more people would kick it. Nothing changes. Doesn’t matter who you are or what you did or what you said. You die, nothing changes and that’s how it goes.

So, here’s what I think about the old bag from Lynchburg…I’m sad that we won’t have any more crazy-ass, absurdly ridiculous Falwell quotes/behavior to relentlessly mock.

text mex

By christa 15 May, 2007 best of loafe, vol 1, random

So I got this new cell phone and it’s rudy textable. Only I don’t know very many people, and the ones I do know hate me so much they won’t text me. I want to utilize the full capacity of my phone. I want to be part of the zeitgeist. I want to feel like I’m not a big fat loser with no friends. Also, Gordon started getting messages from some girls from his past, and I need to up the ante here.

so text me, people! Let me be cool like all the cool kids. and if you don’t know my number, then email me and I’ll give it to you. maybe. depends on who you are, or who you aren’t.

Today at work, my first issue came in. The actual magazine won’t go on sale until the end of May, but if you email me your address, I’ll send you one. maybe. depends on who you are, or who you aren’t.

head bands + barrettes – hair ties = accessories for my freshly shorn head.

Hmmm. Maybe I’ll get all funky with the ‘rettes. Speaking of getting funky, I really screwed up at work. I had the chance to start anew. No one there knew me or my style. I could have really changed it up, done crazy get-ups, a whole new wardrobe. But noooo, I just had to keep wearing my same old lousy clothes and now it’s too late. Everyone knows me well enough now that if I tried some new style, I’d look like a doofus. sigh.

the world hates me and my clothes. I hate me and my clothes.