i may be a bird in a cage but at least it's your cage

yesterday: the cta had its first bomb scare post-london bombing. i would have bothered to be appropriately scared or paranoid, except i was too busy being irritated that it fucked up my commute home and that people are stupid enough to leave suspicious shit laying around whereever. PEOPLE! DO NOT LEAVE YOUR SUSPICIOUS BOMB-LIKE PACKAGES IN EL STATIONS, YOU ARE FUCKING UP MY LIFE, THANK YOU, PLEASE MOVE ON!

the carleton mafia: there's really something utterly surreal about flipping to the type-setting page at the very back of half-blood prince and seeing the name of someone you sat next to in a shakespeare class sophomore year of college.

cookies: chocolate chunk with macadamia nut. i was overcome in the 7-11 this morning and HAD TO HAVE THEM. now i am going to eat them.

p.s. also baseball: last night d-lee continued to terrorize the national league, hitting two home runs; boom boom walker, still working the high pants look, added two more home runs; and a-ram (not to be confused with a-rod) added a fifth. the cubs have won 7 of their last 8 games. *knock on wood*

seven days left at work! ONE WEEK!

the latest in chicago law enforcement: posting the names and addresses of people busted for prostitution and/or soliciting prostitutes on a public police department website. now i have to admit - when i saw the headline on a paper copy of the sun-times this morning, i thought, "you know, that should really be a due south story." but when i got to work and actually read the article, i don't know. it seems ... isn't that a violation of some kind of privacy law? or maybe not, i don't know. but even so. it's not as hilariously funny as i first thought, i don't think. it sort of makes me queasy.

in other, non-prostitute related news, today is fitofpique's birthday! happy birthday, piquey! if you were here, i would take you out for chocolate cake and martinis, and i hope that your day is spectacular and full of good things, because you deserve nothing less. *love*