August 2009
23 posts
Oh.
There comes a time in everyone’s life where they chase a pathetic dream. I wrote a lot of jokes in journals and took classes at the iO because I thought I was cut out to make the masses roll over in laughter pains. And they did roll over in pains on occasion; physical, very serious pains that lead to bleeding from the mouth, sexual dysfunction, and headachenasueadiarrhea. (<— see...
Odd keepsakes: a bite, a taste of each season. For...
Summer is absolutely winding down in Chicago. Okay, it’s not like summer actually came to Chicago at all this year. Yeah, yeah it gets on your nerves that everyone blogs or reacts to the end of a season… but the “8-month winter” thing? That’s a Chicago FACT.
My stuff goes home on August 30th. I don’t know when my person goes home. The plan, for sure, is that I...
Painting??? →
Whoa… photo or painting?
TJ Maxx Converse.
Woman: Shee-it. I am not. Having. A. Good. Day.
B: Sorry to hear that.
Woman: My house got shot up this morning.
B: Oh my God.
Woman: My son slapped a man over some bud. You know what bud is? Heh heh heh!
B: Yeah. Um, everyone’s okay?
Woman: Yeaaaaah. Been done at 3 A.M. so it just a warning, wasn’t tryin’a’ kill nobody.
B: Sorry ma’am, we don’t live...
Leaving.
I’m leaving Chicago. A multitude of reasons lead to this decision and none of them start with, “I want to move back to Massachusetts.”
Friends have all chipped in ideas about how to get out of this “mess” so I can continue living in the city; my favorite suggestion so far has to be the very serious declaration that I “get pregnant!!”
B. calmed me down...
““YO! YO! DO YOU WANT A SKILLET?”
“N***A, I’VE GOT...”
– Heard on the streets of Chicago, thx Dave S.
Blast.
I got into a heated debate about Universal Health Care with a bunch of Americans and the only ones who didn’t write me off as a socialistic pervert were Europeans who had a better understanding of the nature of American politics than even I do. Now I’ve got a headache.
Today, I made a spinach salad with goat cheese, basil and a grilled turkey burger, chopped into little bits. I mixed...
Pharyngitis. Ouch.
17 pills down the hatch today. David was a kind friend to stand by during my slow decay and half-conscious rebound. Nervous after I took a massive dosage of steroids, he gently woke me up to delicious coffee with condensed milk. The sun melted on my moist face in the living room as I sipped hot liquid and went in and out of delirium. I dreamt my walls were lime green.
Times like these are what...
