You're so white.

PRE CHICAGO:

Yay!!! Boss Lady No. 3 has put in her two weeks notice. Woo hoo bitches!!!

It's been a slow day today and I've been holding up pretty well.

I hate being *on* all the time. I want to hang out with someone and be able to just be.

I so don't want to be working retail still when Christmas rolls around this year. *shudders*

Having my hair pulled and scalp massaged would be awesome right now.

"You're so white." ~Boss Lady No. 2 about me acting special and dancing around the store

I think TallMcHell just propositioned me for sex...all because of that lovely shirt I've got on in my profile picture. I love that shirt.

I had no clue that Indianapolis had a decent pool of attractive men. Where the heck have they all be hiding out at?

I'm kind of diggin' TheLiar again. I'm smarter now and know a lot of what he spouts is BS. I have no problem dishing out my own little brand of BS as well. What a wonderful effin' game.

CHICAGO:

Taco Bell probably wasn't the greatest idea before getting on a bus for three hours.

Who's effin' music is so loud?

After about two years Ryan and I finally had that lunch/dinner we kept talking about. Fat Willy's was pretty damn good too. I love when my friends take me to hole in the wall places to eat when I come to visit.

We caught Animate Objects @ Funky Buddha Friday night. Even though we caught the tail end of their show, it was just what I needed. I hope to run into them again some time. It also helps that the lead on vocals is pretty dang hot. (Thanks CJ for suggesting the place.)

Tired and lost on the interstate trying to find out way to the hotel, the only person I could think of to call was Teej. He tried to help us find our way. Only we were already going in the right direction and just got confused by the exits jumping from the 40's to the 80's so quickly.

Teej sounds like a teenager on the phone. (I still *heart* you Teej, young'n voice and all.)

Holy mother of Peter Pan turn off the effin' ringer on your phone. Who the heck is calling you at o' dark thirty. And while your at it get some breathe right strips. (Snoring and ringing phones are not conducive to getting good sleep.)

Just because breakfast is free doesn't mean it's good. But it'll have to do.

So far all the service people we've come in contact with don't know jack shit about Chicago or their jobs.

Navy Pier to Michigan Ave. equals a shit load of walking. We got around pretty well though. I could probably get around by myself if need be.

Level = A waste of $20. I hate obligatory birthday shit. [It got a little bit better as the night wore on, I had a raging headache from the techno music and cigarette smoke so much so that I could barely walk without stumbling, you would've swore I was drunk and I hadn't even had a drink.]

I gave my number to some random guy who decided to wait until I was leaving to talk to me. I know he had no intentions of calling like he said he would (and didn't). I really just wanted a little bit of affection and attention. I got just thought. Heck I don't even know what dude's name was and I think I might be able to ID him if I saw him again, but it's highly unlikely.

I was commended for not drinking, not smoking and having no children. I thought about mentioning some of the domestic skills I possess, but figured it didn't really matter, because I didn't care about him anyway.

I can be a user too.

Hey lady, quit knocking on our door, check out ain't until noon.

If it weren't for the cold weather I could live in Chicago. Especially if there are more hotties like ol' boy at Akira Chicago on State St. Go check him out. He's the one with the locs that I'd love to get my hands on.

We must not have looked too much like tourists. There were quite a few people who kept stopping us to ask for directions. And surprisingly we were able to assist them successfully.

I need to fix myself.

POST CHICAGO:

Task No. 49 on The List - DONE.

Why aren't there any family get together holidays during the warmer months?

Just because we went to high school together doesn't mean you get automatic friend approval.

Having people over to watch a boring football game was nice. Socialization is a good thing.

I like tall, but I think TallMcHell might be a little bit too tall (6'7"). It was nice of him to wrap me up in his hoodie though while we stood outside. I'm realizing that I'm not quite that attracted to him. I'm not really feelin' him. Is it wrong to use him for a little sexin' and affection?

I love Californication (on ShowTime). If you don't get it, download it.

Gotta love when your clients name drop your name in their survey's. After many months I've got some work. Very much needed. I gotta step my game up.

I want to be an improved me.

Having someone dote on me right now would be splendiforous.

When I see someone who weighs just about as much as I do, but clearly they are larger in fluffiness I wonder, where the heck I'm storing all my weight. Then I realize my taters are usually much larger and that it's quite possible I'm more muscle than I think.