“If I could tell the world just one thing”

By christa 27 February, 2007 best of loafe, vol 1, random

It annoys me that I’m not good with both my hands. I do everything better with my right hand. I’m all Parkinson’s disease in my left hand. It’s wrong to feel uncomfortable doing something with my left hand. It’s my own freaking hand and I feel weird using it. Not only do I feel weird, I’m not good at it, I’m not good at using my own body part. And then it drags me down that my right hand isn’t better, that my right hand is not kicking ass all over the place and doing everything awesomely. All I use is my right hand, and I should be like Super Right Hand Girl Who Rocks The Joints Using Her Right Hand. Something like that anyway. But it’s not. No, my right hand is junk.

For instance, at my last dentist appointment, I was told that the left side of my mouth isn’t as healthy as my right, due most likely to the way I brush my teeth, since I’m right-handed. And I think FUCK, my right hand can’t brush my teeth? Lousy lazy no good right hand. All you gotta do is hold a brush and you can’t even do that. You’re gonna be all left-side crazy teeth lady because your right hand is a big fat loser.

So I’m pissed that I have a gnarly club for a left hand and that my right hand sucks and won’t pick up the slack.

These hands… These hands are ruining my life.

a pattern to my madness

By christa 25 February, 2007 random

here’s something interesting, I think that maybe I’ve discovered a pattern. It seems that approx every ten years or so I go crazy. Then I seek help and get better and improve my life (well, relatively speaking, it is me we’re talking about after all). Okay, it isn’t really a pattern. But just around 10 years ago I lost my mind and destroyed hundreds of lives. And now, 10 years later, I’m doing it again, just in different ways.

Like how being a parent never gets easier or harder as the kids get older; it just changes and brings a new set of issues.

No, actually though, it DOES feel like a pattern, every ten or so years I go a little nutty and then find my way to the other side. Hm. I’ll have to check in when I’m 42. It’s kind of interesting.

I already said that, but that’s because I find it so interesting. Thank god this is my freaking site, eh?

son of a bitch

By christa 22 February, 2007 random

This is effing lovely. Thanks to my “ooh I can’t possibly mutilate my son’s genitals, I’m leaving him as nature intended” morals, I’ve now given him AIDS. LOVELY. freaking ass lovely.

Man, I just can’t catch a break.