You do not make eye contact. When someone passes you look down or past them. Sidewalks are like roads; when crowded you walk on the right side. Turn left during a lull. The bright red hand is a suggestion and so are crosswalks. But not for cars. Red definitely means stop. Beware of cameras, they have your address. Parking is scarce. If you find a spot in front of your destination, on a weekend, after 9pm you will not want to leave because that never happens. Salt is not just for flavor and plastic on windows can keep the wind out of old, drafty houses. You do not know how to properly handle a shovel, or a mower for that matter, because you are a girl. But you are familiar with a broom.
I just tripped a man because my feet were sticking out because I can’t place them on the floor because this seat on the bus is higher than usual. Thanks for making me feel like a short bitch CTA.
My best friend’s boyfriend turned 21 this weekend and we went to Chicago to party and I am alive and I will make a post about it later because it was a hilarious night. My feet hurt. Okay bye.
12 of them are girls.
In case I needed more confirmation that most of my friends are guys.
And that includes myself and my two roommates (fuck no fourth roommate is invited, bitch better go somewhere), my sister, and my best friend who are coming in from Chicago.