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feeling violated, and not in the good way-

dear chicago,

i love you. i love you so much. we have rocked the last six years together so hard, with love, with passion, with friendship, with debauchery, with craziness only fit for a lady of the night such as myself…. and although you can be a cold, icy, ruthless, expensive bitch- i’ve never felt betrayed by you as i do right now.

i understand that by choosing to live in a city such as yourself, i expose myself to certain risks… and generally i hold my head high and look both ways when i cross the street. i’ve had a few incidences, but nothing ever extremely detrimental or disturbing…. and i know that i’ve been lucky. but i consider myself fairly smart, educated, and street wise enough to get by without any problems- and i’ve pushed my luck, and taken many bad decisions down worse alleys….

so when you decide to go fuck me and my loved ones- yea- damn right- i am fucking hurt, disappointed and angry.

last night around 3am my loves car was parked over on ashland by la pasadita and even though we were only in the taqueria for a few minutes, by the time we had come out, everything in the car was gone. EVERYTHING! purses, briefcases, cameras, phones, tools, clothes, money, paperwork, etc-… eveything that wasn’t a dirty dish or sordid clothes- was gone. now we have nothing and are totally fucked. i am thankful we didn’t get hurt- i know people kill for less- and i know that we will prevail and be fine.

but—-

i feel totally rotten with the shmucks who think its ok to do this- and with the goddamn cops for not having any desire to do a fucking thing about it.

fuck the police. fuck the theives and thugs. and fuck you.

rot in hell you dirty fucking bitches.

#kinkywednesday ? more like kinked and catatonic…

i’m sitting here in my underwear, drinking coffee.. listening to the new Mastodon, which is about the only thing that brightened my day…. although saying that it brightened my day, is not quite fitting, as its dark and brooding just like my mood. its fucking great though, i love it as much as the last one, if not more. the deliberate drawn out instrumentals, Brent Hinds voice caressing my muscles as he echos sometimes slowly and sometimes quick and almost carelessly through the loud and melancholy beauty that is their sound. it all comes off as perfection to me.

i have a mini to-do list for the day… which is seemingly harder to do than i imagined. mostly because i really don’t want to do shit. i think the excess of sleep is making me more lazy rather than more rested. i feel like i am beginning to start my depressive winter hibernation and someone needs to slap it out of me before it worsens. SERIOUSLY.

among the usual bullshit, Facebook, Twitter and the entire internet is abuzz today with the execution of innocent prisoner Troy Davis , The protests on wall street, and a million other ways to vent your views and voices regarding any sort of injustice. Oh sure, I’ll sign petitions, argue, show compassion, and vent on my blog… but mostly I’m just fed up with our system. I can speak from personal experience and say that the entire government is flawed and every part of our judicial and rehabilitation system is FUCKED! Once you’re in the system its near impossible to get out, and even when you think you’re free of the man, you learn that he’s listening when you don’t want him too and not listening when you do (ie: not letting #occupywallstreet become a top trend on twitter today, stripping the rights of all women when it comes to personal choice).

so… with that said, here is my favorite image of the day, followed by a few links i find worth the time-