On payday Fridays, I take myself out for lunch rather than languishing away in front of the computer eating a sad salad from home.
Scene: I'm sitting in a corner table by a window at the Merchandise Mart, eating a pretty delicious vegetable gyoza and reading Bossypants (delightful!). The el rumbled by outside and I looked up because I like that sound. I saw a man smoking a cigarette on the world's tiniest balcony 10 stories up. Behind me some people were having conversation in a language I think was some kind of Asian, but could also have been maybe Eastern European... or African. I have no idea what language it was. And I thought, "I will never not love living here."
Y'all check in with me when I have to start driving Laney to school again and see if I'm still solid on that.
Another observation: Female Americans between the ages of 16 and 25, it is possible your jean shorts are both too short and too tight. I'm worried that yeast infections are becoming the new normal for whole generation. Go up a size. Your vagina will thank you.
That is all.
