wtf, Universe? seriously. first on the faucets, then with the pritzker, then on the boxes from the shipping company. fine. I give. apparently there's something in the air about chicago, a place where I'm told I sound like I'm from, a place I've driven through but never been, a place I figure I should live in (or at least visit) before I expire.
the only funny thing to anyone but me, though, is the pritzker thing. so kristin and I were looking at the KEXP blog at all the pictures of andrew bird, and this venue, apparently called the pritzker pavillion. to wit:
now, kristin is trying not to use the word "retard(ed)" in varying forms and settings, which I highly admire. you know, I'm a, it is, this shit's so, that was totally, etc. so I send her the link to all these gorgeous shots, and state the following:
that venue is a word other than retarded that means what I mean when I say retarded. but just a different word.
to which she responds:
start substituting "pritzker".
which I got, after some explanation - I had gotten so caught up in all the pretty colors that I didn't know where she was getting the word from, and - well, okay. that's enough. so, pritzker it is. and then, cheryl starts talking about it, and says pritzker. then, I get a box with the office order, and all of them are from this office ordering supply place, except for one from buddy systems - in chicago (buddy and chicago? those are the ones where I think the Universe is like, yelling). I am quite sure that if I consulted the oracle of the shuffle that "phone call from chicago" or whatever the name of the song is would come barelling through the speakers. plus, I keep seeing chicago on faucets, little (literal) signs, it's bizarre. everywhere I look. I don't get it. it's been going on for a while now, but for some reason the volume got turned up today.
whatever. I'm listening, Universe. bring it. after all the shit that went down with the things I can't talk about surrounding a woman that I met that I already knew (kind of) and the ensuing events that followed on saturday, I am throwing my hands up in surrender. it's such a relief, so much less work and planning I have to try to take care of - the shit just happens. in a good way. there's enough shit to plan that's stuff I can do something about without spending a bunch of time on things that come out better than (what you had) anything I could plan.
I am my cat, throwing myself onto the floor on my back with reckless abandon.
kisses, from the windy city I guess,
vvb
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