have i mentioned that i love my new apartment? ok, well i do. living by yourself is definitely the way to go.it's more expensive but totally worth every penny. i've suddenly taken to wandering around in my skivies and it's awesome.
the only downside now is that i live in the whitest neighborhood in chicago. i only live there b/c it had the best apartment for my entry level dollar. but seriously. i read recently that it's 97% white. and i think the other three percent come from the asians running nail salons, sushi bars and various quickie marts b/c i sure as hell don't see other negroes roaming about.
so i am always amused when i am on the bus and i see all the trixies carfeully selecting seats next to the person that looks most like them. heaven forbid they sit next to a burnette latina, an elderly asian woman and *gasp* an indian! i mean wasn't that the point of moving to the northside? to get away from any trace of deviation from barbie's status quo? apparently. but i just don't get why people are so afraid. no one is asking you to have sex with, share coffee or even acknowledge their presence. what the fuck is the point of living in america- argueably one of the most secure yet diverse places on the planet just to sit next some silly heifer with highlights just as bad as yours?
usually, i end up sitting in the back next to men. i'm not really concerned with how different or sketchy you look but rather i'm considering what the chances are of you whipping out a cellphone and engaging in the most inane conversation ever. i swear to gawd one of these days i am going to end up on the news for shanking some boney bitch over details of her weekend. yes, i know dave treats you like shit and yes, you got trashed but no! i don't care. neither does the rest of the bus. i am just trying to get home. kthx!
at the same time this is not to say that there aren't freaks out there but the homeless or homeless looking don't count. i've repeatedly said that i have no intention of raising a family in the burbs. i want my children to have a grasp on the world as a whole and that sure ain't going to happen in a gated community. i'd rather cut my nipples off than spend my adulthood at strip mall. *shudders*
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in other news, i got home at 6am for the second sunday in a row. you better believe that i had fun but damn. i'm not a spring chicken either and i am hurting. dancing until 4am on top of a killer yoga session has resulted in me not being able to lift my arms. this is what happens in summer. i get really amped to be alive and then proceed to celebrate by trying to kill myself . . . only in america, ya'll.