Chicago, City in a Garden (of Maggot Infested Ruptured Badger Colons)

Through this whole move to Chicago, I’ve done my best to keep a positive outlook, even through a minor car accident and tickets every time I looked at a parking spot the wrong way. But you know what? FUCK CHICAGO First impressions count for a lot, and so far, this is what Chicago means to me, deep in my heart: Chicago, you are a bloated tick simmering in the steamy sphincter juices of a thousand syphilis-infected crack-whores.

Aggressive Assholes Always Advocate Automotive Annihilation

Well, I was driving to work this morning, and there was a white car behind me driving a little too close. This happens often in this area, so I didn’t really care much. The lane I was in started to slow down, so I flipped on my turn signal, looked to my left, saw nothing immediately in the way, and merged over. Unfortunately the white car behind me saw the same spot, and must have sped up really quickly and tried to get there before me.

Home is Where Your Something Something

This whole moving thing sure eats a lot of my time. I have signed a lease, and the best part about my new abode, is that it sits two blocks from a Metra stop, and one block from an El stop, so I can basically get anywhere in Chicago or its suburbs without my car. Better yet, I’ll be able to get to work in about twenty minutes. Turns out I will pay $875 per month for this apartment, which includes heat and water.

Chicago a Go-Go

Well, it’s been a little over a week living up in the Chicago area, and while I’m enjoying the new job, the commute is killing me. I’ve given up trying to buy a house up here, as values are ridiculously inflated, and my house hasn’t sold yet. I’m going to sell my car, and by the looks of things, I’ll be living in one of the better neighborhoods in Chicago: Andersonville, Lakeview, Lincoln Park, Wrigleyville, or maybe Gold Coast.

And Lo, There Was Stuff

First of all, I’m posting this entry in LiveJournal only temporarily. I don’t quite have a place to live yet, I don’t want to bother with the task of porting my rather crufty hack of a website to yet another hosting provider, and the DSL hosting my server is about to expire.It was an interesting day. The drive from Bartlett to Evanston is almost exactly an hour and a half, but I expected that.