Chicago: Where have all the serial killers gone?

I do not like the smell of boiled cabbage.

This is set to a loud backdrop of Rebirth Brass Band played on someone's car stereo. (Ain't no party like a Rebirth party, etc).

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Here.

Does anyone else ever feel guilty for staying home and being lazy instead of going out and taking advantage of what the city has to offer? I do.

-going for a jog (thought I was goinng 1.5 miles, but I accidentally went 3! (about half of it running))
-reading Achewood comics
-watching Venture Bros.
-watching Chumscrubber
-hunting the GIgantic roach that I have found on my potato the past 3 times I went into the pantry. It ate a hole in my potato!!!

Today I played a decent gig in Milwaukee, went to a friend's house to see his new baby, started watching The Winslow Boy, turned it off and watched the copy of Under the Cherry Moon that I bought for ten bucks. It's terrible/funny.

This is one of the main reasons why I may never actually live in New Orleans.

Under the Cherry Moon is so terrifunny it's not even funny.

Now I want to do something but I am at home. Shit.

I was in the bathroom, at my most vulnerable when what should catch my eye but a spider with a tiny body and GIgantic legs that spread from the hardwood floor, across the molding and onto the baseboards.

***as i was typing this my phone rang (773 area cod) and latino man answered saying "who ees thees?" which i hate, so i said "you called me, who are you?"

"fuck jew! who ees thees? is thees marteen?"

"no, this isn't martin"

"fuck jew! jew suck my deek! motherfucker, fuckeeng fuck jew! jew fucking asshole! jew suck my deek! who ees dees!?"

Anyway, fuck warm climates because there are bugs and Mexicans calling from Chicago!!

And now, shitting you not, for the last 10 minutes there has been scratching on my ceiling/wall. It's probably squirrels or tarantulas, but I do not want to deal with living things at 3 AM.

This is what I get for being up and sober at 3 AM.

I'm leaning towards not going today, if anyone wants a ticket.

fucking in the rain
by Google, September 10, 2006

making out
making out in the rain
fucking rain rocks
fucking in the rain rocks
not being in love
being in love
hot bath and no one around and

This weekend there will be alot of fucking in the rain if you know what i mean.

I love men (esp my husband)
women
children (esp. my own)
Chinese food
Thai food
birthday parties
fucking in the rain
biwomen
Feng Shui
the BMW Z3

fucking in the rain
std “white blotches”
pubescent nude gymnasts
And my favorite,
dangers of eating pussy.

... over to bush.. at like.. midnight.. then the other's went back to James' house, while me and Kris were still at bush... fucking in the rain... anyways! ...

Coca Cola advertising and cocaine.
Fucking in the rain.

he said something about fucking in the rain somewhere in another thread
rain + fucking + rain = holy shit.
*flirts*

It was fucking in the rain that got me, but I'm that kind of guy.
And ok, "fucking in the rain" just makes me want to like...
go fuck in the rain.
GAH!

A dog fucking in the rain...
at least the mess gets washed away.
It smells like hoochyparaiengae in here.

The South is full of creepy crawly things. Did I ever mention that time I lived in a converted one car garage in Louisiana with my mom and two sisters? and it was FULL of fucking roaches the size of kittens? and how at night we would zip ourselves up in our sleeping bags, including our heads, because otherwise you would wake up with ROACHES ON YOUR FACE. During the night, we'd feel them dropping from the ceiling and hitting our blankets.

I have lots of gross out bug stories, blood sucking bug stories, rodent stories, stepping on slugs in your socks stories, birds trapped in walls stories, snake stories...

ROACHES ON YOUR FACE

I've never been more thankful for freezing winters than I am right now.

Also, good morning. My feet and knees hurt from standing in a parking lot for hours on end the last two days.

Also, there was a dead roach in the foyer outside our apartment door this morning. Awesome.

Note: Knowing full well I would be completely unable to stand for two days without much pain and whining, I did not even pretend to want to go to the T&G thing. The wife of a friend and I decided that we are quite over shows with no seating available.

I'm thinking of Kill Bill...

Things appear a little clearer now, and it seems I will be occupying a smallish slice of your town from Wednesday the 20th, until I fly back to London very early in the morning of Saturday 23rd.

If any of you fancy a pint during that period, that would be aces. Maybe on the Wednesday or Thursday night? I'm housetrained. Relatively.

Is TT at a regular venue?