February 2009
11 posts
How can you not want to go here? FUCK I WISH I... →
Dear Chicago,
Seriously? Pick a temperature. 60 less than a week ago, 20 and icing/snowing today and yesterday. MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND, how am I supposed to conquer you if I’m laying in bed puking.
P.S. - I didn’t wanna say anything, to be nice, but Deep Dish pizza is really overrated.
P.P.S - Where are the people that wanna go out and drink on the weekends? I need a few of those.
Love,
...
Yay
Today was exciting. I got a Flip cam and some awesome wireless ipod speakers for the apartment because CIRCUIT CITY is closing. Their fail is my gain.
Also went down to Deluxe Tattoo and got all set up for tomorrow. It’s gonna be so nice to get tattooed. Its just what I need right now.
Hey, where have you gone? You used to be the one That we looked up to Seemed like nothing Could break you down How high was your price? Was it worth it? Nothing in life is a sure bet anyway You’re gone Guess you weren’t here from the start In the end Its all a question of heart Hey, where have you gone? You used to be the one That we looked up to Seemed like nothing ...
BIG BROTHER
I just noticed a spy/security camera at the end of my hallway for the first time since moving in.
I don’t know how I feel about this. I don’t like the prospect of anyone (especially the building manager who has keys to my apt.) possibly knowing exactly when I am in and out of my apartment at all times.
I mean the guy has already been in here once without me being home. I think that...
I should be excited that I’m here, and getting settled.
I’m not. I’m sick of answering questions about Chicago. I’m tired of telling people I’m from NJ. I’m tired of a lot of things. I guess this is “growing up”, but it feels more like going away. I never wanted to go away. Maybe it feels more like fading away, abruptly. that makes no sense. This...
drunk
i miss you guys. a lot. you know who you are.
i love you. it’s not the same without all of you to share in it with me.
also, i think i’ve found a local bar. so thats a step in the right direction. but really the right direction will always be east of here.
January 2009
9 posts
unpacking.
Once I am 100% unpacked that means this is all 100% real, right? This is my actual home ?
maybe i’ll keep something in a little box unpacked somewhere. just b/c i dont know if i’m ready for this to be “home”. in fact it never will be home.
time for my wawa and pork roll tattoos.
Gah.
When you miss someone, no matter how irrationally, you tend to do stupid things.
I tend to put my foot in my mouth. You’d think by now I’d enjoy the taste, instead of regretting half the things that come out of my mouth. Apparently, if you ever need to fuck something up, I’m your man.
Headdoor
I just stood up from my toilet and smashed my head on the doorknob to the bathroom. thats what I get for living in a studio.
Lazy.
First day at work wasn’t bad. Everyone was quite nice, seems these midwestern people are pretty friendly. interesting concept.
I havent unpacked anything more since yesterday morning, but i am working on the most complicated ikea furniture ever apparently. and because I started it at 945 on a school night, I probably wont finish it before i go to bed. fuck.
Fidgety.
Ah. I haven’t been this nervous for a “first day” in years.
I also haven’t been to bed this early in 3 months. or more. This working shit is for the birds.
Tired.
Well I’m here. and i have a bed. and i’m surrounded by boxes.
Someone send me a masseuse?
NOT HOMELESS!
FINALLY. I got an apartment! It was my second choice, but it’s a great place. Now all you jerks have a floor to crash on when you come visit.
I have just about 24 hours until I’m out of here. Not nearly ready to go. Wah.
Hello. 3 Days Until the Big Move
I swore I’d never start a blog. I guess I lied. I’m just so fucking frustrated with this whole thing, first I was sad, then excited, now I am just so frustrated with all of it. Fuck moving companies, fuck driving 800 miles with my car on a trailer, fuck all of it. I guess it’s appropriate that my first blog includes liberal usage of the word fuck.