05 September 2006

12 bitcholine*

*we're just going to declare it bitch week and see where that gets us.

there are 2.9 million people in chicago. approximately 1,000 of them live on cupcake&bombsybox street. a street that is 4 blocks from the L, 3 blocks from depaul, 2 blocks from children's memorial, 1 block from st. clement's, half a block from clark and in the flight path to o'hare. in other words, a noisy street. there are trains, trucks, trixies, cabs, helicopters, planes, birds, buses, bells, barking dogs, construction workers, and very loud public phone convos. thus, it absolutely blows my mind that the hey, babe, i'll just wait in the car and honk the horn until you come down mentality still exists. sometimes i can't identify my own phone ring from the other side of the apartment. in this context, how can anyone discern that a particular car honk has their name on it?

12 comments:

nick said...

it is indeed a day of sound & fury.

oline said...

for reals.

Meggie said...

Here's my bitch-rant for the day. Go to Banana to buy a new belt for my business suit b/c I have the big interview tomorrow (btw, don't post anything on MySpace about it 'cause my boss is one of my friends). Here's the issue. Just because I'm wearing scrubs (really cute bright green ones with matching Nike Shox), I don't get good customer service. What, because I'm wearing scrubs it automatically means I make a crap salary?? Um, do you see the Kate Spade? Once again, I'm such a fashion whore. Is there a group for us? Like AA? But called FA? Fashion-Whore Anonymous... Hmm...

oline said...

thank you for bringing the bitch, meggie darling. i would interpret the scrubs to mean that you automatically make at least 30K more than most everyone else in the room. but then again those people who wear them as a funiform rather than a uniform are giving the scrubs a bad name. what on earth are shox?! (beyond one of those really annoying, ironically misspelled words like lite or tastee.)

Meggie said...

Nike Shox are the shoes that I wear that keep me from crying like a baby by the time I get home (and also keep me from breaking my ankle when I'm transferring a 270 lb. man from his bed to his chair). They are tennis shoes but the heel is kinda missing. Instead it's 4-6 springs (depending on the style) that are covered in rubber. Hence the name Shox (shock absorbers).

I will be crying like a baby tomorrow though. I'm wearing 3 inch heels all day because of the interview. I need a man to give me a foot rub.

oline said...

you know, dearest, there's an entire industry devoted to making heavenly scented, beautifully bottled things precisely so we can rub our own feet. it's not a sin. (can we phone date this weekend? has been stupidly long.)

Clark "not so effen hardcore" Price said...

Remember when I used to mimic the squeak of your breaks and you would get miffed at me? That was good times. I can still reproduce that squeak with unerring accuracy.

Meggie said...

Let's phone date! It has been absurdly long (but not as absurdly long as our phone dates!). I do miss my soulmate. Wish me luck and send happy thoughts to TN!

oline said...

i'll be happy thoughting all day.

Bombsy said...

Okay...it was me. The honking.

oline said...

for shame, bombsy! see. you gotta tell a girl when a honk has her name. i never knew.

mr. price- have decided more and more that i really did not love that car. not just because of the brakes or the overheating or that it had 7 flat tires in 2.5 years or because the guy who sold it to me called for an entire summer pestering for a date until my father told him the fatherly equivalent of we don't want that vinegar here. but, i've concluded basically that car was insanely stupid. unlike weezer, which- being the rivers cuomo of cars- was undeniably cool, could do my nifty parking trick on the head of a dime, inexplicably always smelled like waffels, and which only meggie remembers.

Meggie said...

The car did smell like waffles. It was kinda nice. It also made a wonderful noise when accelerating. Oh and let's not forget the loveliness of Madonna that will always be entertwined with the memories of that car for me.