To the multiple people who have bitched about me not blogging, I am sorry that I am in a fuck funk right now with my creativity. Promise to be back up shortly once I feel inspired. For now, enjoy this photo of Kermit the Frog. until writer's block ends, akp
To my, and most of the heterosexual female population of the world's demise, this fine specimen of a man will be taken off the market this Friday at 11 am UK time (no fear, the bar may still be open at 3 am in Chicago for those who wish to drown their sorrows). As many of you may not know, I love England. I visited there when I was 16 years old with my family and fell in love with it. London is like a laid back, more hip New York that still manages to be luxurious and posh, without being too pretentious. If you think about it, everything that is British is better: 1. UK Skins: The characters are so much more attractive, use fabulous slang, do whatever the fuck they want and look utterly badass. The soundtrack is great too, with music that is so underground, we can't even find it on iTunes. Plus, Tony Stonem is pretty much the epiphany of what every girl denies that want, but really crave most in a guy. I guess Sid's pretty sweet too. And god, these kids can party...
Good morning to all! I am currently sitting on, what I to believe, is the shittiest 'L' car in the entire world. My friend Natalie and I take the red line from Loyola every Tuesday and Thursday for our two education classes downtown. I have decided to put together a smattering of anecdotes about our worst and hilarious experiences on the 'L' to date. I think I'll have Nat help me on this one. 1.Schizophrenia guy-So one morning, Nat and I get on the 'L' to go to class as always. It seems like a pretty normal day until a man, clearly insane, steps on at Belmont with a cigarette, fully lit and clambaking the passengers. As stated multiple times by the overhead voice of God on the 'L,' "smoking is prohibited on CTA vehicles" and its a huge taboo in public places in Chicago. Even well seasoned smokers know they must smoke 15 feet away from any establishment. So this guy gets on, and some brave yuppie has the nerve to please ask him to put ou...
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