May232011

I have to do laundry today.

And even if I don’t end up going to the laundromat, I have to hand wash lots of dresses. Ladies worked so hard in the days before washing machines.

But first I am going to fix my new hat and catch up on Parks and Recreation. 

August92011
I found a dragonfly today!

I found a dragonfly today!

August222011

Nothing, and I Mean Nothing…

…will get in the way of me having a nice I.D. picture. This I swear.

Never underestimate female vanity. 

September112011
“‎About a third of my cases are suffering from no clinically definable neurosis, but from the senselessness and emptiness of their lives. It seems to me, however, that this can well be described as the general neurosis of our time.” Carl Gustav Jung

(Source: sociologic, via mudwerks)

September172011

How to retain your composure while dealing with unwanted would-be suitors.

  • Scene: It is night. I am walking home from the train. A chubby and middle-aged Mexican man walks a little bit behind me, but I am, for the moment at least, oblivious to this fact.
  • Guy on the street: Loud throat clearing.
  • I ignore him.
  • Guy on the street (speeding up to walk beside me): You're a real lady.
  • Me: Yes.
  • Guy on the street: You're very tall.
  • Me: I know.
  • Guy on the street: What's your name?
  • Me: It doesn't matter
  • Guy on the street: Why doesn't it matter?!
  • Me: Because my name is no concern of yours.
  • Guy on the street: But I see you walking around, I'd like to know your name.
  • Me: Lots of people see me walking around. That's no reason for me to tell them my name.
  • I cross the street. He does not follow.
September232011
5PM

Adventures on the CTA

  • Scene: Number 21 Cermak Bus.
  • I sit down across from some random guy, and proceed to stare out the window for several blocks.
  • Guy on the Bus: Hey, Miss Lady, how are you tonight?
  • Me: I was fine until you started talking to me, right about then my evening took a turn for the worse.
  • Guy on the Bus: Oh, oh, I see what's up.
  • I thought the conversation was over, and he had decided I am a frigid bitch. I had no idea.
  • Guy on the Bus: Please don't wish no voodoo on me, Miss Lady! Don't wish no evil on me! You look like you're evil!
  • I smile to myself.
  • Guy on the Bus: I got a family and kids! I don't need no evil! Don't wish no voodoo on me!
  • This is too good of an opportunity for me too pass up. As Guy on the Bus gets up to disembark I look up, stare him straight in the eye, and flash my most demonic smile. At the sight of my mouthful of crooked, pointy teeth, Guy on the Bus looks as if he might faint dead away. I am left with a feeling of great satisfaction.
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