Mon, I’m back in action. The sun is out, and I managed to get myself out the door in the nick of time. The spring seems to be stubbornly clinging to life, and it still feels chill but the sun is melting things ☼. People like to joke about how the crazy weather changes in the city so drastically, “That’s Chicago” they say. I count the days until I can finally leave this town behind, forever. It’s become quite a gross place to live, filled with rampant, unchecked violence, a Napoleon dynamite mayor who thinks he’s good at what he does (think again) and widespread corruption that gets the city to try and steal money from the local populace. Imagine that, the city so broke because of its own corruption and devises new methods to finance itself at the cost of taxpayers who already paid for the party. Thievery corporation ! Ugh. Thus over the course of years Chitown has become a less than ideal living choice. More like a desperate clingy girlfriend who desperately wants money to go get some retail therapy and is back the next day with her hands on your wallet.
The commute isn’t spectacular, just a usual how hum ride full of screen staring commuter zombies. I could hear a mosquito break wind in this Lcar. I play some rounds of chess on chess.com, I check random RSS feeds, I halfheartedly skim Apple news feeds, do a little shopping and pay some bills from my phone, being sure to enable my VPN especially in this day and age.
I’m listening to my favorite podcast : Brooke & Jubal, these guys are hilllarriousssss. I’m especially hooked on second date, even though I’m quite positive it’s scripted still, pretty entertaining shiz and I sure need a good laugh. My particular fav is the Minecraft maniac one, where a disgruntled girlfriend wants to play a hoax on her Minecraft obsessed boyfriend by claiming she deleted his Minecraft and his “world”. Dude began sobbing on the air, and confesses he was designing their “dream home” (yeah right). Still, hilarity ensues.
I’m working in The Mart. It’s a peculiar mix of IT peeps, Interior design majors, Psych students, and retail therapists all under one curious roof. So, to describe the layout you have a bunch of pocket protectors in one corner, some fashionistas in another, and then you have me whose a little bit of an artsy artsy g33k of nature. I’m just a tourist, I don’t belong here. One of my favorite karaōke song Creep by Radiohead plays in my internal mp3 player : I’m a creep, I’m a wierdo.…what the hell am I doing here… I don’t belong here. I’ve got mad skills and all the style that makes the ladies smile ^_^ hehehe I made a funny.
Writing Magazine published by Reader’s Digest is my morning read. Lots of practical gems here, some just seem like common sense, others are pretty generic content fillers that aren’t very effective or applicable to the writing life. The legit articles do entice me to want to write a book, can I ? I wonder. In this day and age full of digital distraction and lack of time it seems quite a ferocious undertaking, less I write it on my way to work and back in a window of 15 – 25 minutes on the brown line. That comedic genius author behind the very wrong 50 Shades series wrote hers on her crackberry, imagine that.