I'm not even making this up

Random Dude from dating site:

Mar. 30, 2010 – 7:23am
I don't really understand women. Well meaning, but I really have had terrible luck for many years.

Me taking pity and sort of feeling snarky:

Mar. 30, 2010 – 7:32am
Step one is to realize that you can't understand women as a whole. We're as different and the same as people are. You have to learn about women, one woman at a time.

I think it gets easier after step one.

Mar. 30, 2010 – 8:00am
i talk with women on this site until they lose interest. after three emails they're usually on to someone else. i won't complain, but i'm not very good at getting past step one.

--I then blocked him--

a good-ass sandwich

Rode my bike down to Wicker Park to deliver broken boot to cobbler and pickup a contact order. WP was thick with WP type people enjoying the winter-reprieve and the first viable real day of spring. WP is full of yuppies, bands loading equipment into bars and basically any stereo-type that MTV would want to pick up for a reality show. I'm glad I don't live there anymore, but I miss sandwiches at Cipollina. So I went there and had a prosciutto, fancy cheese and fig spread panini. I read a book and soaked up the sun in front of their giant window. Watched two adorable sweet dogs greet each other and wistfully be led away from each other. I listened to this yuppie man trying to satisfy his french wife(?) they had a haughty teenage daughter and a toddler daughter. Everyone was well-heeled. The people behind the counter are always adorable earnest hipsters.

I felt really peaceful soaking up the sun, the scene while enjoying a good-ass sandwich and fancy Italian orange soda.

my band name hobby

Pedestrian Rage
Ring Finger
White Hot Hate
Beer Wine Liquor
ReEntry
The Boobs
Secret Crush
Pampering Panties (2 words I hate together for fun)
tbd
Pants, No Pants or Pants Off (can't decide which)
Juice Box
Boner & the Stabones


Album Names:
I'm Sorry I Wasn't Listening, What Did You Just Say?

The Obama train

Last night I had a dream that I was a maid at the White House and Michelle Obama asked me to look after Malia and Sascha for awhile. She was pressed for time and stressed out about something. I felt the same I guess. I remember wiping the counter with a cleaning rag. Then President Obama came in with Senator Dick Durbin. He asked me what state I'm from and I said Illinois. He told me, then I'm your senator. He was pleased as punch. I told him, I know I voted for you. I don't remember if I got to express my concern about the State of the Union address conflicting with the debut episode of Lost or not. Guess even in a dream, that's wildly inappropriate.

Then I was on a train to Alaska. But Alaska was reversed and really sort of ended somewhere in a isthmus inside of Canada just slightly above Wisconscin. Chris and I had a heated discussion about Alaska geography and I was very concerned as to when I should get off of this train.

I've never dreamed about a president before and it looks like I have a decision to make.