rikzilla

Alright, enough's enough. City of Chicago, get the fucking Halsted bridge finished. It's been long enough.

I hate shooting outside in this heat. Sorry to all you sun worshipers, but I don't get you. I need someone to hold an umbrella over me, and another to mist me with a spray bottle.

Finally, it's starting to look like summer at the Farmer's Markets. Ramps, Arugula, Garlic Chives, Sunchokes, Baby Artichokes, white peaches, watermelon. I'm happy.

So sorry, Blago, not a good day for you. That's a whole lotta guilty. Have fun in the pokey, bitch.

Don't text while walking through a crosswalk. More often than not, you will walk into me, and, rest assured, I see you and choose not to move. Or, worse, you will amble along at a snails pace causing me to miss a green light. Next time, I will run your ass over. You know who you are. Beware.

So, I have to go pick up something for work, and the place is in Boystown. Only problem is that I forgot today was Gay Pride, and now I'm stuck in the heart of it. If anyone has a helicopter, and can airlift me out of here, I'd appreciate it. Otherwise, I'm going to be stuck here for awhile.