Pride 2009!

To aid in my procrastination, some friends and I went to the fabulous Gay Pride Parade which marches by my apartment. Highlights: getting a street-side table by a bar with free drinks, getting spanked with a novelty spanking board, and reframing my transluscent vampire-white skin as "pretty pale."

There were many churches represented.



For whatever reason, there were significantly less flashing this year...


...but the sauciness remained.



Men in cat suits. Natch.



Who doesn't want a female condom?



Lincoln supports the gays.



Amen, sister.



That's one big ass Amurikan flag. Note the dude wearing heels with his flag speedo.


Dykes on bikes.


Woo!

I'm a Girl You Know

Today in class we had to do a role play. Since we're all chicks in the class, some chicks had to be dudes in a family therapy exercise. I was assigned the role of Sister and some other chick was Brother.

Although our roles were assigned, the facilitator of the exercise kept refering to me as the brother and directing all brother-related questions toward me. After reminding her no less than three times that I was the Sister, she finally said, "Well, I guess I keep thinking you're a man because you're so tall."

Self-esteem? Soar-ing!

*poof*

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Weather in Chicago

Between the hours of 9am-3pm:

Clear skies, warm.
Overcast, very cold.
Thunderstorm, cold.
Hail storm, cold.
Clear skies, very hot.

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Chicago Taxi Ride

Friends of mine had an interesting cab ride home last night and I thought I'd share. The cabbie was very chatty and started talking about how he was getting 12 hours of sleep a night. When asked how he could sleep so much he replied, "Because my wife expired and sleeps on the couch."

At first, my friends thought he meant his dead wife was laying on the couch. Confused, they asked for clarification. Turns out this guy was from Pakistan and developed his own definition for the word "expired." To him, "expired" meant "menopause."

Before his wife went through menopause he wanted her for sex to have children. But after she expired he wanted to catch up on his sleep so relegated her to the couch at night.

Klassy.

Procrastination

Things I should be doing instead of writing this post:

- studying for midterm
- studying for final (onlie course)
- revising manuscript
- removing very dead ladybugs from my old lady lamp
- vaccuuming up circles of paper that leaked out of my hole punch
- cleaning carpet stain from oozing garbage (*shame*)
- cleaning garbage pail full of oozing garbage and space below to which garbage pail is stuck
- wash dirty dirty dishes
- recycling piles of paper and assorted plastic in hallway
- picking up all my clothes off floor in mini-office
- working on boring project due June 14
- getting shaggy hair cut
- working out
- living la vida loca
- reaching for the stars
- shaking that ass
- living the high life
- flying far, far far away from here

My Morning

This morning I walked in the rain to catch my bus. Since it was rush hour naturally there were no buses. Three eventually came but were so full I couldn't get on. I got soaked from the rain because umbrella was turned inside out repeatedly because of the wind. I finally got on the bus and arrived downtown only to slip on the wet marble floor in the atrium of my school. I fell. Hard. My stick limbs flailed about wildly trying in vain to save myself. I landed on my stomach ontop of my laptop, lunch, and iPod. A crowd gathered. I picked up my smooshed dignity and lunch off the floor and made it to the elevator to sit through five hours of useless class. How's your day going?