Dez is a hero of mine. I used to have a little crush on her, but now I see that tying her down would defeat the purpose. She's couch-surfing in Ukranian Village, which sounds pretty sweet (in a "free" kind of way). It's people like her that make me want to sell all my things and start living my life-- no more keeping my records in pristine condition
A guy just stepped in the dog bowl outside the coffee shop. I love when that happens.
Anyways, I won't be alive for very long. Not that I'm a special case, but no one will. It's only tragic when this mindset actualizes itself too far, becoming a seemingly mindless, completely depressed and rundown waitress at Golden Apple. I feel awful for her and can only hope she had fun along the way.
Fuck. Yesterday I fixed my car and it cost twice what I had anticipated. Also, last night I was kind of drunk and pretty tired, so I had to park it on the street instead of in the seminary. I'll be surprised if there isn't a ticket waiting for me because of my refusal to purchase a city sticker on time. Speaking of which, who's the asshole who came up with the idea of a "city sticker"? I'll be glad when I've left you, Chicago.
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