seriously. let's see here why this is so surreal.
A) I am going to Vegas. This Tuesday. For work? I just dropped $110 on an ugly ass Calvin Klein suit I pray I don't have to wear on more than this one occassion. . .
B) I got a promotion. You can now call me, Account Supervisor Jodi Root. What??? Those corporate mongrols are entrusting me with leading a team? wowzer.
C) I saw Les Savy Fav play a church last night. Leadman Tim Hutchinson (i think that's his name anyway, sexy bald, hairy man with the roundest belly i've ever seen) was all decked out in a priest's collar, speaking in tongues, prancing up on the stained glass windows, proclaiming, "The events of this evening have been brought to you by Tooth and Nail," opening up his righteous & ruckus set with the kazoo blastin' "When the Saints go Marching In." Turns out there was service today at the same church. Awesome.
D) The most gorgeous man my roommate and i have either seen was riding on the el last night. Maybe foreign, maybe not. But the dude definitely didn't speak. Instead, he focused on folding as many paper hats as possible from the opened Red Eye on his lap and offering them up to every passenger that stepped on the train. After Courtney and I were the only two rocking the sweet hats, he handed us the remainder of his stack as he courtseyed and got off the el. I think we were supposed to hand them out as well, but we just stuffed them in our purse and kept em.
E) I was just riding the brown line home from downtown where I purchased my ugly suit. At the Addison stop, the train doors remained open and the el was at one of its infamous standstill pauses for no apparent reason. UNTIL about 6-8 cops bumrushed my car and surrounded a slouching man in sweatpants on the other side of my car. "GET YOUR HANDS UP! LET US SEE YOUR HANDS! SHOW US YOUR WEAPON!" ummm. dude had a gun. all the people sitting by me hushed and flattened to the walls and down near the floor. not me. i leapt the hell up and got the fuck out of the car and ran into the next one. the dumb neanderthals in my car saw i didn't get shot and followed me into the next car too. Maybe I am a leader after all. . . Weird ass shit. at least they got the dude in handcuffs and noone got hurt. still. . . whoa.Worst part about all of it though was when i sat in the 2nd car and a lady asked what had happened. I told her a dude had a gun but was getting arrested by the cops. her response: "what color?" i looked at her, "what?" "what color? the guy? white or black?" "uhhh, i didn't get a good look at him, sorry." actually, i did. but i almost would have rather gone and sat by the black man in pajamas with the gun than this ignorant stuck up white bitch. agh.
F) I'm sick. and being sick sucks. stupid sorethroat and achey back and head pain. so dumb. i have 36 hours to recooperate b4 vegas so this better wrap up soon. . . .
so. i guess the moral of my week is that i finally got some good shit to look forward to. hard work pays off (sometimes) and nothing is easy. i'm alive, even if i feel like shit, i guess i should be grateful to at least feel like shit. there are beautiful men out there, and there are also scary men. but this is chicago, city living, i suppose. . .
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