http://siddityinthecity.com Like Mr. Furious with a really nice handbag. Sat, 10 May 2008 17:24:10 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en All the signs are there. I walked home from work last night, and by the time I got home, I'd grown stiff and weary. (Of course, that could have something to do with the fact that I work nearly eight miles from home, but that isn't really the point. Young people ... http://siddityinthecity.com/2008/05/10/officially-old/ Heavy reading. I can't imagine how difficult it must have been to report on a story like this, your own story. People do it all the time, of course, in the form of memoir, but this isn't a memoir, not a one-sided recollection of events. It's an exploration of a rape, of ... http://siddityinthecity.com/2008/05/07/gray-day/ Happy Cinco de Drinko. Also, happy first anniversary to me and the fine city of Chicago. I celebrated unofficially with K. by sampling the much-heralded cocktails at Violet Hour. I celebrated so unofficially, I don't even think I told her I was celebrating. Now, I'm gonna go take what coins I've ... http://siddityinthecity.com/2008/05/05/holy-twisting-christo-its-only-monday-and-i-already-need-a-drink/ I'll tell you where. It's firmly engaged with the following: 1. I really, really want a feline companion. That little Scottish Fold in the video below has managed to sink its claws directly into my heart. I've watched the vid a few times now, and every single time I have to ... http://siddityinthecity.com/2008/04/28/where-is-my-mind/ I don't know why I titled this post "Welcome to Woop Woop." It's been a crazy day, I can do what I want. I woke this morning from a dream that I was in a musical adventuring duo with my boss, and let me tell you, that's fricken' weird. Dreams about ... http://siddityinthecity.com/2008/04/17/welcome-to-woop-woop/ I have finished my taxes. I am calm! I am zen! I am happy these days! Let's look at my tab, eh? Federal taxes owed: $11. Whew! Dodged that bullet! I was afraid I'd owe more, even though I hardly made any money last year, what with temping, limited freelancing, moving, and general povertitious ... http://siddityinthecity.com/2008/04/07/it-is-tax-season-tra-la-tra-la/ I've just spent the last 8 hours chortling, chuckling, guffawing and teasing. And working. I've been this friggin' happy at work. Shocking. Maybe it's just a Friday thing. Or some sort of karmic refund for the previous few years of misery. Maybe it's just the fact that the sun has been ... http://siddityinthecity.com/2008/03/28/maybe-its-the-sun/ Like the fact that there is no way I will be able to furnish an apartment from scratch, eat fabulous things on occasion, do my BFFs wedding this fall, and hit Edinburgh for the festival this summer on my budget. But by golly, someone should take advantage of this BMI ... http://siddityinthecity.com/2008/03/26/ive-pretty-much-accepted-certain-things/ or whatever we're calling it these days, someone pulls you back in. http://siddityinthecity.com/2008/03/25/just-when-you-think-you-may-be-over-the-blogoverse/ Late last year, I was trying with what felt like all my might to lose weight. Frozen diet meals, 100 calorie snack packs, five-day-per-week workout plan. I lost some weight, but then I reached a plateau, hovering around 192 or 193, and nothing I did would get me below that ... http://siddityinthecity.com/2008/03/25/body-and-mind/