Jingle bells, jingle bells.
What the fuck is up with this weather?! The wind is so strong up here today that I could not open the back gate into Lincoln Park to let the dogs out. Poor Lillie almost blew away and I almost got knocked on my ass. Yesterday I walked a million blocks in the rain and then when I left my brother's house, it was snowing. I don't even know.
Friday night Tom, Jill, Tom's friend Jack, and I went to DMK Burger Bar for dinner. I love that place so much, but we went during happy hour and it was so fucking loud. For some reason, a bunch of yuppie couples were there with their infants. Not babies, but infants. I do not even get that. Who takes a baby to a bar? There are these people called baby sitters. Find one! After dinner we wandered down Belmont and did some shopping. Jill is seven years older than me (and thus ten years older than Tom), but we have a lot more in common culturally than with Tom. We were going through these boxes of used CDs talking about the music we listened to in high school and how we really need to get rid of some of our old records, cassette tapes, and even CDs. Somehow I ended up buying like $100 worth of comic books and related shit, but most of those are gifts for my dad so at least I don't feel too guilty.
Last night I braved the rain to come to Tom's for fried chicken dinner. So good. We were supposed to play RPGs with Jack, but instead we watched Supernatural and talked about how I have published porn. IDK how that even came up.
Today I should probably do laundry or something, but instead I am watching shitty reality TV and writing porn for insmallpackages.
Friday night Tom, Jill, Tom's friend Jack, and I went to DMK Burger Bar for dinner. I love that place so much, but we went during happy hour and it was so fucking loud. For some reason, a bunch of yuppie couples were there with their infants. Not babies, but infants. I do not even get that. Who takes a baby to a bar? There are these people called baby sitters. Find one! After dinner we wandered down Belmont and did some shopping. Jill is seven years older than me (and thus ten years older than Tom), but we have a lot more in common culturally than with Tom. We were going through these boxes of used CDs talking about the music we listened to in high school and how we really need to get rid of some of our old records, cassette tapes, and even CDs. Somehow I ended up buying like $100 worth of comic books and related shit, but most of those are gifts for my dad so at least I don't feel too guilty.
Last night I braved the rain to come to Tom's for fried chicken dinner. So good. We were supposed to play RPGs with Jack, but instead we watched Supernatural and talked about how I have published porn. IDK how that even came up.
Today I should probably do laundry or something, but instead I am watching shitty reality TV and writing porn for insmallpackages.