Hallelujah! I have clean underwear! I no longer have to go commando... not that I minded much. A few of us went to the laundry-bar last night. "Laundry bar?" you ask. Yes. A laundrymat with a bar attached. We played drinking Jenga, Asshole, and ordered round upon round of $2 Coors Lights. My neighborhood thinks of everything. Thank god for Wrigleyville. It was a fun place to live. It provided me with the best summer of my life... but now I am ready to get the fuck out. To live in a quieter neighborhood with a FEMALE roommate and maybe a cat. I am sure I'll get attached to one during my Anti-Cruelty Society volunteering stint.
I had a vivid dream last night that I got fired from my current job. I was bawling. I was begging them to take me back. I was pathetic. But shit. I don't know what the fuck I would do if I got fired from this job. I would be devastated. I love it here, but I think I might feel uneasy because I get to fuck around alot and not do much work (as evidenced by this FAB-U-LOUS journal.)
This past weekend, I went to the closing show at Drury Lanes. My friend's dad owns it and she grew up living there. It was a very emotional experience for all involved. Some people had worked there since it opened and now are jobless. (Not that anyone needs to be working at the age of 83 anyway, but still!) We have so few places left to experience culture... especially on the south side of Chicago. It has been open since the 1940's and has such a rich history. They are tearing it down to build a WAL-MART. That is such bullshit! Don't get me wrong, I love Wal-Mart's low prices and plentiful selection, but given the choice of seeing a beautiful ice show and eating a fabulous meal or buying tube socks at $4 a pack, guess what I would pick. You guessed wrong! I love me some tube socks!
I am going to the opening of a tequila lounge tonight. Tequila and I do not get along so well. Hopefully tonight we can come to some sort of agreement. I would really like us to be friends.
I was clicking on banners yesterday and came across this. Incredible writing. You have to read each sentence twice. I'll be checking back in on him. Got me a little hot and bothered... but about anything does these days. I need a man.
Here is a pathetic sample of something I wrote when I was caught in a thankless job and even more thankless relationship. I fancied myself to be a poet during a morose period in my life. I liked to write them, but I could never make the damn things rhyme. I guess I'll just have to leave that to rappers.
::mid-twenties::
caught in the middle
of sleepwalking through my life
i want to live fully
but struggle
keeping focus of what is important
health? beauty? money? career? love?
do i keep ignoring the emptiness inside?
lying to myself and living in the future
but doing little to make it brighter
is sloth born from fear?
don't i want to be happy?
am i shy of prosperity?
am i too old or too young to feel like this?
how can i keep asking questions
i do not yet have the answers for?
My new friend Chris just gave me a super sweet comment via IM: "you have a highly engaging mind and view of the world. as i read your journals and other pieces of work i find numerous things I indentified with and found a strange comfort in knowing that at least one other person in the world felt roughly the same way as I have in the past two months." Thanks Chris! I encouraged him to get his own journal because he writes beautifully. Check him out. As a favor. For me? I'll show you my cans!