i fully plan on leaving all my typos in because i suck at typing and fixing my mistakes as i go ruins the way that i say things an then i just sound like a fucking common app essay and that is so not f ing cute. i lovee love lov a run on sentence. even if it makes me sound like an illiterate bitch. thats what i am. so whatever. if i have to deal with it so do yall.
chicago is dead
to me, as well as on its own. the people are getting so fycking lame. everytime i go out i end up drinking way more than i even planned because the people are so damn boring I have to keep myself entertained. dont get me wrong i love the friends. real chillers. but that means nothing when there is no night life. every club has a cover so deep i could fly to australia for the same fuckign coin. the bars are full of millennial man buns that think artists are " fascinating ". like shut up. you went to purdue for business and now you work at an insurance firm and make more than my months rent in a day. but the one thing those zombies have to offer me is a free cigarette. i bat my eyeliner caked eyelashes and make sure they can see that im a girl. with a short haircut. and suddenly free buzz for fame. yet somehow, the clubs manage to be worse. to paint the picture. 18 year old twinks, 30 year old ex nursing students with G cup fake tits(goals😍), and 45-50 year old men in an ugly patterned button down and non matching suit jacket. All in a smelly neon lit club listening to the worst EDM known to man. Oh and you cant forget the depaul girlies that eat that shit up like their life depends on it. im sorry if i just described you or anyone you know. to feel better just tell yourself that im writing this out of jealousy.
much to say about the DIY scene and the people involved, but that needs its own damn post. yall crazy.
i wuld talk about the terrible evil straight for the freezing pits of a deadbeat law-firm wind that this city blows out giving me wind burn for 3 months straight but i cant bear to feel redundant. or think about how evil it is while sitting in my warm apartment. why would i taint the warmth i feel right now to complain about something that is so inescapable.
Everyone loves to hype up new york over chicago and that i can get down to. as a native chicago. i can say it. but one thing chicago will forever have over new york. no matter how many new york transplant FIT student bitches disagree. chicago fashion. the best fits ive ever seen thrown in my life are the general public of this god forsaken city. they will wear anything. fuck the subversive basic, i want to see neon blue glittery uggs with lowrise VS pink leggings with "PINK" bedazzled on the ass and a forever 21 puffer thats too damn small. its trashy and sexy. i dont give a flying fuck about your archive rick or chrome hearts necklace that your strategically paired with the lana del rey coke spoon necklace. i want to see a 50 year old women wearing ill fitted bootcut jeans with beat up asics from 2005. with the ugly carpeted seats of the CTA bus as a background, their fits are steady so mod. even these examples feel bullshit as chicagos favorite fashion trend is going brandless. mfs will walk around in the most fucked up brandless fits. you just fucking know that the tags of their clothes either dont exist, or have some illegiable scribe of nothing. so awesome. you ask someone where their jacket is from and they say i honestly dont know... 😩 makes me wet.
the fashion of chicago has allowed me to get away with the ugliest most terribly chic bullshit. bullshit that would never fly anywhere else. maybe poland. but i think thats it. although the hot polish moms loveeeee a matching juicy couture set so maybe they would be pissed by the lack of branding. what the fuck do i know ive never been to poland.
all of this being said
i have infinitely more bad things to say about this 3/4 land locked prison
but there is also something very unique and special about this city and its people. no one gives a flying fuck.
shake ass,
FAME
