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Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air...

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Every time I feel like my apartment is cluttered and over stuffed with possessions I just want to fit as much as I can, of what I want to keep, into a suitcase.

Sell the rest.

Hike into the wilderness.

Build a house (a treehouse would be cool).

And live there, away from it all, until I die.

Bike to work week

It's "Bike to Work" week here in Chicago. A fun unofficial city wide event that is supposed to help get people out of their cars and onto their bikes. It's a great way to stay (or get into) shape while putting in an effort to save a little bit of the environment.

I bike to work year-round, only stopping a few times because of unforeseen problems. Like when I got crashed into, had to have my bike repaired, and when I hurt my knee. This week I see more riders on the road than I do all the rest of the year. It's nice to know that while I make a special effort to ride every single day, there are people who usually drive making that special effort for at least one week out of the year.

I'm always secretly hoping that the lease on our apartment will end, Allison and I will lose or quit our jobs and that she'll finally get the desire to run away with me. I hope that would all at the same time.

It's the perfect recipe to just pack up and drive.

A perfect ring of green tea leaves in my mug :)

Their sound will always mean summer is here.

My days have become the vessel of an inevitable end. One that will consist of a tightened noose or the crimson blood of my one love. She suffers and I cannot bring myself to let her go.

Being around you when you’re like this makes me feel sick, but I can’t imagine my world without you anymore.

SEX SEX SEEEEX!

I'm not sure about everyone else but my girlfriend and I enjoy our sleep. We have an extremely comfortable bed and a bedroom that is cool and almost completely pitch black for 15 hours or so. But over the past few months that glorious sleep has been interrupted by our neighbors having extremely loud porno sounding sex.

Our building has an air shaft that runs through it, which houses 3 of our 5 windows (the two in the kitchen and the one in the bedroom). It's nice because even though we're an inner apartment we get some extra light, unfortunately we also share the shaft with a few other apartments. One being our overly sexual neighbors. Don't get me wrong, I love sex too, and it's something Allison and I try to do as much as possible. But at 3, 4, 5 and 7am on a WEEKDAY we prefer to be asleep instead of listening to the moaning and groaning of another couple. At first when we moved in it was funny (we heard them one night while brushing our teeth "Holy crap I can hear our neighbors having sex!") but when you've gotten maybe 3 hours sleep under your belt and our woken up by a high pitched female "UHAAAAAAAAAAAA" it becomes annoying as shit.

Am I wrong? Should we be celebrating their humping? Is this all part of living in an old building? Or should I shout out the window for them to shut the fuck up?

It's been waaaay too long since I've done any rock climbing at all. I really want to go soon but am kinda afraid that my forearms have turned into pudding...... damn it now I want pudding.

-J