“Cameron’s theme song is just as horrible as her wrestling skills.”
Sing it sister.
“This boy has negative charisma. He walks into a room and the oxygen starts to evaporate. I guess that’s why girls sleep with him. They find his awfulness transfixing. He’s like a lousy 1970’s disaster movie that they can’t bring themselves to turn off, even though it is making their life worse every minute they leave it on.”
― Emma Forrest, Namedropper: A Novel
Me: I think I’m dying
Little Sister: Ugh, you wish just so you could blog about it.
Historic Day for Chicago (shout-out to my Momma who’s supported this measure since Day 1).
Of course, there was a bit of a racist uproar in the comments section, which was squelched by one “Chico Torres”:
LIKE ALWAYS PEOPLE ARE IGNORANT, BUT THAT DOSNT STOP YOU FROM EATING OUR MEXICAN FOOD.And that my friends, is how we do it in The Chi.
Check out Dee on the right.
This accurately sums up the last time I hung out with my boys.
(The Scene: 151 Sheridan bus. Lincoln Park ladies with fancy strollers take up the handicap seating areas, as strollers often do.)
I come on the bus and happen upon two ladies, strangers, loudly conversing.
Woman #1, white, older and well-to-do: I just don’t see WHY anyone would spend all that money on a stroller.
Woman #2, black, late 30’s, in a White Castle uniform: I know, you’re only using it for a few months. They’re going to grow out of it anyways.
(Lincoln Park ladies silently pray for the bus to hurry up.)
Moral of the story: Chicago rules and everyone hates people from Lincoln Park.