good to know.

I want to break free into the city. Burst out of the train car into the underground subway tunnel and run up the filthy stairs as the frosted air catches in my lungs. Breathe deep a urban winter.

That is the word of the day.

The rain glided into snow and swirled under the orange streetlights as I waited for the bus on Sherridan Avenue.

Election night: Downtown Chicago, Grant Park.

I was fucking there.

There were snipers on the roof of my school.

There are still people yelling in the streets

I walked down the middle of Michigan Ave [for those of you who don't know, the busiest street in downtown Chicago] and Congress Parkway amongst thousands of others.

Hope for the future? Perhaps.

Historic? Most definitely.

December 14, 2008 I move back to Orlando.

Goodbye Chicago. For now at least.

familiarity breeds contempt.

good god is that ever true.

I must say that I am beginning to like my roommates less and less. Maybe its just me being cantankerous but goddamn ladies, do your freaking dishes and clean up after yourselves. Empty the fucking trash! And stop being purposefully disruptive when I'm clearly working on shit. If I have been reading in the living room perhaps you should say "hey do you mind if I watch tv at full fucking volume?" instead of looking at me awkwardly and then turning the volume to full blast.
And no I do not want to have a drink with you in the middle of the week. Rather I would, but I cannot because on weeknights I actually have things to do. Its called homework. Something you obviously know nothing about. I do not want to put up with your loudass drunken antics while I am writing, studying, or trying to sleep.
kthxbai.

nothing good ever happens this time of year.

Fuck. [that one's for you]
Fuck. [this one's for me]
Fuck. [This one's for everything else]