Chicago is a city of neighborhoods. I know every place is a hood but here it’s very intentional. There are bars at every corner on residential streets between the laundromats and the markets, hidden between two brownstones hidden between balconies and flower beds. It’s easy for an alcoholic here I’ve never been to another city [...]
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Chicago: A great city for alcoholics
Posted in Journal, Lovers, Relationships, Writing, anarchist babies, longing, love on September 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I am an American. I pay taxes.
Posted in Immigrants, Immigration, Immigration shenanigans, Poetry, anarchist babies, migration on March 20, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Read a book, find out what’s going on in the world and not just your country.
I am an American, I pay taxes.
Everyone pays taxes you idiot–everyone.
I am an American, I pay taxes.
Does that mean that you are the only one entitled to living standards which adhere to human rights standards around the world?
I am an [...]
5+ years an undergraduate
Posted in Funny, Humor, Journal, Writing, anarchist babies on January 31, 2008 | 1 Comment »
I’m tired of school now. I’m very close to graduating. I started in the fall of 2001. It is now Spring 2008. I’ve had all together about 1 year and half of no school between that time and 3 or 4 semesters part-time. I can’t learn anything else about rhetoric or composition. I used to [...]
Burnouts
Posted in anarchist babies on February 21, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Spending 40+ hours a week in a cubicle is not healthy. Now I understand why people go crazy and shoot everyone in their office. I’m only here 20 hours a week and no matter how much you sleep it’s hard to stay awake because I’m looking at a computer screen all day, not to mention [...]
Insecure
Posted in I'm a creep, Rant, anarchist babies, being sick on February 2, 2007 | 5 Comments »
Alright, seriously Karen can you help me out here. Just tell me the truth I can handle it. Am I mean? Keep in mind that you are one of my best friends and I love you (and you know I admire you for your strength and faith). Seriously, am I cold? Am I insensitive? Remember [...]
Declaration of Independence
Posted in Lovers, New York City, anarchist babies, longing, lust on January 15, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Why can’t a slide just be a slide anymore? And my eyes why do they have to say “I love you?” Can’t they just look at you because you’re beautiful and I’m mantequilla? I do not want you. But I want to swim in the sound of your voice. I do not want you. But [...]
Introducing: Shawaquatema Shareesha Jones
Posted in Culture and 'Ethnicity', Funny, Humor, Memories, anarchist babies, black folk, black people on November 21, 2006 | 2 Comments »
I have an alter-ego. Before now, I have not introduced her to the world of the Internet. However, I feel it is time to let her free from my mind. This is not a joke. Her name is Shawaquatema Shareesha Jones. My name is Jennifer A_______. I grew up in Harlem (NYC) in the mid-80s through the 90’s–a [...]
Feminist Men / Girls You Bring Home to Mama
Posted in Funny, Hipster, Humor, I'm a creep, anarchist babies on October 16, 2006 | 1 Comment »
There are few differences between men who are “feminists” and men who “aren’t anti-feminist.”
Feminist Men VS “I’m not anti-feminist” Men:
1. “I’m not…” Men have to be asked or prodded to perform oral sex.
-Feminist men go right for it, no questions asked, doesn’t matter if you’ve just stepped out of the shower or right out [...]
My affinity for mashed potatoes
Posted in Funny, Humor, I'm a creep, Rant, Writing, anarchist babies on August 13, 2006 | 1 Comment »
I still have a problem spelling potatoes. I always want to add an “e” to the singular. Trying to summon one of my earlier memories of mashed potatoes, before my brain had developed enough for me to form words, is harder than I thought it would be. It isn’t easy being so specific. I [...]
When You Pee Standing Up
Posted in Funny, Hipster, Humor, Journal, Writing, anarchist babies on July 23, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Writing is misery and writers want to die. The ones who write inspirational 600-page books make me wanna puke. This morning I met with with some folks from “EA” (SUNDAY 16th). I know/hope that they are not reading this right now. Sometimes, I get really tired of tree-hugging, hippie, lefty, protesty people and I just [...]
