I'm starting to fucking hate this city.
It's so boring.
It feels so fucking dry and lifeless as time goes on.
It's been six years of living in Chicago. I'm 23. Thats a lot of change and history between us.
The good, bad and scandalous, it's all been had here.
But every corner with it's the dirty secrets and dirty men, the dive bars and the sunny days of laziness spent in parks... whelp, all those corners are no longer dirty or secret or exciting or fun. Everything has been cleaned up, sanitized, baby proofed for yuppies and white picket fenced homes with granite counters and fugly cabinets.
Maybe I would feel more complete if I stencil Love, Laugh, Live on everything I fucking own like every other white female in this city.
Everything is Vanilla when all I want is Rocky Road with some fucking Cherry Garcia.
I'm sorry Chicago, but I'm feeling like I might just have to cheat on you with a bigger and better city.
It's so boring.
It feels so fucking dry and lifeless as time goes on.
It's been six years of living in Chicago. I'm 23. Thats a lot of change and history between us.
The good, bad and scandalous, it's all been had here.
But every corner with it's the dirty secrets and dirty men, the dive bars and the sunny days of laziness spent in parks... whelp, all those corners are no longer dirty or secret or exciting or fun. Everything has been cleaned up, sanitized, baby proofed for yuppies and white picket fenced homes with granite counters and fugly cabinets.
Maybe I would feel more complete if I stencil Love, Laugh, Live on everything I fucking own like every other white female in this city.
Everything is Vanilla when all I want is Rocky Road with some fucking Cherry Garcia.
I'm sorry Chicago, but I'm feeling like I might just have to cheat on you with a bigger and better city.
hysterian:
Do it!