I love Chicago more than New York. More than most cities actually. Most people look at me like I'm a genuine psych ward escapee, but I'm completely honest. I'd love to tell you that it was because I spent the first seven years of my life hear and it...warped my brain or something. But no, Chicago is just awesome. If I don't have my house on Russian Hill, or in London, I will be in Chicago, near the lakefront, on Aster or something.
At the mo' I'm just hanging out with friends, we're having a barbecue, and tonight Xochitl and I are going running on the lakefront. It will be most excellent. When I went with my Dad, he pushed me so hard I thought I was going to die. And then I undid all that hardwork by eating a ton of pizza and candy. Oh Lauren. You have no willpower.
At the mo' I'm just hanging out with friends, we're having a barbecue, and tonight Xochitl and I are going running on the lakefront. It will be most excellent. When I went with my Dad, he pushed me so hard I thought I was going to die. And then I undid all that hardwork by eating a ton of pizza and candy. Oh Lauren. You have no willpower.