Im at the air port... again

So I met up with my friend Shannon and we were sitting outside Argo tea. A girl walks by and is looking to her left at her man friend who she was talking to. Attached to the Agro tea is a railing in which one can use if handicapped or such. This broad is totally oblivious to all things around her and runs right the fuck into this railing and screams. Shannon, her friend, and I start dying laughing and clapping at her...couldn't help it. The guys turns to her and says that got you right in the vagina then turns, looks at us and says "I'm surprised she even felt it," and continues walking off as the girl says, "those lesbians were laughing at me!" HAHA but really... how dare she know my sexual preference without me telling her. good day

XOXO
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thoughts

I want too much.

I expect nothing.

I am selfish

I need to be.

It's my time.

It's my life.

I want you.

I want you to want me.

I want to be alone.

Why?

It's time to leave.

I'll start new later.

I need to be in my head.

I'll get out of it later.

Your beautiful

Amazing

Closed off.

Open

Get out

Feel.

Let it be.

Let it play.

Watch me.

Surprise.

Its me.

I'm alone.

It's good.



<3

The only man i every loved

RIP 2000 Grand Am
The only man i ever loved died a yesterday
Green, the perfect size, a home on wheels at times, my savior from injury, took the fall when he didn't have to, my alligator, my little grand am.

Now this car had been going for quite some time. I was in denial, maybe. But it was the first car I ever owned myself and we had some good times together. The first to go was my turn signals which were actually recalled but I was too lazy to take it to a dealership, so they never got fixed. Then the motor to make the seats go up and down decides to not work anymore. Followed by the over heating problem, the leak in my air conditioner, and it smelling like gas inside the car after using the heat. Mind you it was only a 2000. So, I guess my little alligator didnt have my back all the time but he tried.

It was Tuesday of last week when I got to work and had no clients until the evening and decided to leave to take my guest out to eat in Wicker Park. After two attempts at starting my car there was a noise that I had never heard my car make before. A similar sound to someone pouring coins into my engine. But it started so I drove off. I made it but five block when it felt like someone hit me from behind while shit slipped out from underneath my car and drive became a non existent gear for the alligator. In actuality, no one hit me and there were no coins in my engine but my transmission did slip. So, these dudes hopped off their landscaping truck and helped me push the car to the side of the road to wait for a tow truck. Crazy tow truck guy with long locks and a beard that looks as if it took over a year to grow out put my car on a gurney never to be seen again...

But now I bike a lot more which is good. When I was with Nina I drove a ton because she lost her car a few months after we were dating and I totally got out of the habit of biking all the time. It's been hard to get back into the habit so forcing me via car death is a great way to break the habit.

<3
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on the run

I'm being sued!

When I was out in Hawaii in March I get a call from my insurance company asking if I had been served yet. I respond with "well no, no I have not been served insurance company and why may I be expecting such servicing?" ... "Your being sued for an accident that happened in 2007" ha 2007! so I'm like fuck you liar who does that shit, what did he lose his job and needs some cash from whatever he could possibly get dollas from? FUCK YOU!

When I got home from Hawaii the paper work started flowing in briefing me on what was going on what it all meant, what was happened and I, being the genius that I am was sure all this paperwork meant I got served right? No Gianna someone has to physically hand you that shit. So, I finally get a call from my buzzer front door 2 months following that phone call and it's totally some burly soundin dude informing me he was there to serve me. I'm like dude memorial day weekend, not home sorry try back next week, I work nights.

Two days ago I get a call from my dad because the genius is trying to sue him too because I was moving and had my dads van and that's what got hit. Apparently, if I was driving to do something for him or his work I am accountable for both parties or some shit. Anyway, my dad got a call from the insurance company saying if I don't get served for 2 more weeks then this lawsuit is over. We are reaching the 2 year mark of this accident and all parts of this process need to be in full swing before that mark is hit. Meaning I'm on the run!!!! If I can avoid this man for another week plus I'm off scot free.

I woke up this morning to 6 messages and 7 missed calls from my buzzer and this dude trying to serve me. Day 1 on the run...succuessful!

At any rate, Amanda gets here in a and hour! HOLLA!

Peace and love chi
<3
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The place where dreams and pointy things go to die

I finally have the internet and my computer back!! YAY!! It's been annoying.

So, I got back from Tuscan recently and convinced 2 people to come back to Chicago with me. The first is Stryker. Well, he was going to move back at some point but when I was there we did all the same dumb shit that we always do (drink coffee/tea and rap about bull shit, play monkey tag, walk everywhere even when it's a distance that is way too far for people without wheels to walk, drive around in a herse... ya know, the usual) that most people would think is only fun for nerds and children...I think he missed that. He says that Tucsan is a place where dreams and pointy things go to die. Nothing leaves that place. The art, the music, the culture... the people dont leave. I met a bunch of native Arizonians that are just content with doing nothing, they have never left, have no plans to leave, don't even really care to get out, see the world or just the states. So Stryker is moving back sooner than expected and I couldn't be more excited!!!! I'm stoked because although I have found some amazing people to play music with while he has been gone, I see Stryker as my musical soul mate. I pretty much love playin the dirty folksie music we make together. It's what plays in my head constantly.
The second person I convinced to come to Chicago, Amanda. The most precious, beautiful, sheltered little 25 year old I have ever met. She is an art history major that is living in the wrong city. What can you do with a major in art history in Arizona? Not too much. So, I'm making her leave her city for a couple visits to Chicago; once next weekend and once for pitch fork. She is so nervous it's adorable. Every time I talk to her she has a bit of an anxiety attack but we will get through it.

I'll keep you updated. But I am in Wisconsin now and couldn't be happier. There is nothing around me, just saw a cow, drinkin an ice house, bbq'n, livin the dream.

Love People,
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Tucsan, AZ

Sooooooloooo

My last few trips that have been anything but solo. 2 bedroom condo with 7 people, 2 bed room with 5 girls...time to be alone let me tell ya.

So I'm sitting at the airport alone, listening to music, people watching, sitting on my computer, the typical alone kind of activities when a guy sits next to me. Mind you I am in a row of 5 chairs, all of which are empty, and I can see his head gazing my way...or just turn slightly to the right because he is basically sitting on my lap. I have this problem with men, no offense boys, I just get weary when you are right up on my shit or start talking to me when I don't know you. Usually, my defense would go up immediately, getting ready to fight or grab my shit before he could grab me and my belongings and high tail it out of this place. But for some reason I am way more chill when I travel alone. I was like dude stop readin the shit on my screen but he wasn't really doing anything. Then he goes into his bag and pulls out the identical computer and looks at me and says, "I thought is would be funny to be on the same exact computer as you and sit next to you, kind of like we are in an ad for pc's, ya know?" I was like your right, it is kind of funny. Super nice dude. I need to take Zxanax when I'm with other people I think. I get fuckin anxious as hell. Why am I so weird? I think I am to independent for people. I like to take care of everything myself so I know exactly what the haps is. I don't like to feel as though I'm just following a bunch of people around, bein a little puppy dog. Control freak? Na I'll follow you, my anxiety level will be up for sure but we can't all be perfect now can we?

See ya in AZ bitches! Keep It Classy Chi City!

Peace<3
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Stryker who?

I leave for beautiful Arizona this Saturday and this trip could not have come at a better time. It's not that I need a vacation, I mean shit, I just got back from Miami but Arizona holds my most favorite person captive, Styrker. Let me tell you a little about Stryker.

I met the socially awkward art kid my sophomore year of high school. He went to the public school next to my sweet Catholic one where most of my friends went. After I ditched out on school most of my days I would go chill in their art room which was twice the size of mine and twice as full. This is where I met most of the 'more interesting' friends in my high school years. So long story short some other kids in there introduced to me Stryker who was looking for a new drummer for his punk band, The Roadkill Eddies. I pretty much owe how good I am at drums to these guys. They loved to play every free second they had which forced me to play twice as much as I was before. It was great. Since then, we have been in Bear Foot On Bumble Bees and We Will Eat Rats To Survive together, a couple of indie folk bands conceived in the twisted right side of his brain.

So, Stryker moved to Arizona last year after Chicago burnt the hell out of him. Before the big move he rebuilt a '76 herse, painted it blue, and packed it full of his valuables and I have not seen him since. This kid never fails to surprise me. He writes and illustrates comic books and comic strips, he plays 6+ different instruments, he can rebuilt any old engine you give him, and he is the nicest/strangest kid I know and I love it. Basically, this weekend is going to be completely different than any other get away I have had thus far. Plus, I get to meet my doppelganger, a little lesbian drummer/barista with a full sleeve and black hair. HAh. SAAWEEEET!

Peace<3

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