Revolting Door

Me, my housemates and neighbors have collectively received over twenty parking tickets in the last month. The amount of which sums up to something I could easily live on for a year. They’re lying in, waiting for some naively optimistic idiot to leave their car somewhere for a MINUTE and they attack the windshield writing a ticket and disappearing so fast you literally can’t understand how that’s physically possible. So if you leave your car in front of the butcher shop to go in and get a piece of meat, you should be on the prowl the entire time you’re there, looking at your car over your shoulder and being ready to run outside and beg at the first site of a cop. Or if you leave your car overnight somewhere that seems safe and allowed they would still find a reason to give you a ticket making some retarded made up case beyond your control. Like a snow storm you didn’t know about. Or an unannounced time frame. Or your recently discovered illegitimate child… They make you curse their guts, curse your own guts and stupidity, but it’s really not you who are stupid, because, where the hell are you supposed to leave your car, and how are you expected to be able to use your car and drive it around, and what’s the purpose of owing a car at all if there is NO place to park it OTHER THAN YOUR OWN GARAGE. But really, someone’s gotta pay for their Hawaii vacation. I understand that.

Three weeks in wintery Chicago is MORE THAN ENOUGH!!! The first two weeks were tons of fun but now I’ve been sick for a week and it doesn’t seem to get any better, damn it. I think I’ll go to Florida again in the end of February, for a week or two, to catch some sun, breathe some warm and healthy ocean air, walk by the beach, look at the palm trees, cruise on Ocean Drive in a sexy rental car. All this comes from a person who lives on private loans and friends’ loans. I don’t even feel bad about it anymore. I know I shouldn’t say this but these days I’ve been thankful I don’t have a job! I would probably be a ball of irritation and stretched nerves with pneumonia right now if I had to commute every day in this weather AND maintain healthy relationships with retards and tense and stressful jerks at work. Not to mention the backpain. If I can find a source of income, even if it’s non-traditional, I wouldn’t care less if I don’t have a fucking 9 to 5 job. I met a friend from school for lunch today, during lunch hour, at a food joint downtown, and I was literally hit and overwhelmed by the tense vibes of all the people there, waiting in line, sitting around, trying to gulp their food as quickly as possible so they’re not late going back to their miserable little cubicles and their demanding retarded ass bosses. By the time I left downtown, I was dizzy, irritable, and just couldn’t wait to get on the train to my neighborhood. I can’t believe I lived there for almost a year… My friend was telling me about her life in Seattle before she moved to Chicago and how much more relaxed and laid back their culture is, how much warmer and friendly people are up there. I’ve heard this about that area before, Oregon also, and I’ll definitely make it one of my next stops on my travel list.