I know he's your friend too Courtney.

My friend Josh posted this the other day.

:)

climbing the last mountain in march...

bbq sunday night...?

take your gift back.

oh dear Europeans.........


first i say
i thank you 4 being "so cooooooool"
only bc u are 'different'
but really tho,
fuck you
fuck you for critisizing POE!!!
thank you for Nietzsche.
fuck you for beef and cabbage in Guinness
thank you for soda bread and
the BEST waffles ive ever had
fuck you for always say "mad'am"
especially when u deem the poor woman a mad one
thank you for marie antoinette
fuck you for making "european music" a GENRE
thank you for depeche mode
FUCK YOU, really, a BIG fuck you for the willis FUCKING tower
to us FUCKING ameriCANs it will forever...
i say FOREVER. be the SEARS FUCKING TOWERS!!!!
so.
f.u.c.k. y.o.u.

good nite.

why i don't recycle.

Today, I learned how and why humans are the best and most efficient recycling systems in comparasion to any and every other organism out there. But there is a catch. There's always a double blind. So, lets all think about this, we are the most efficient creatures that have ever exsisted, whatever we touch, whatever we put into our mouths-actually into any orfice of our body (including the wonderful poop hole), anything that is in our body, everything that makes up our liver and lungs and heart.....is expedited thru a productive system that uses all it can and then efficiently expells the remains.

so then, whats the catch?

tomorrow @ bottom lounge

a kiss on the lips hello, a permanently plastered smile on my face

I <3 Spring.

Thank you for returning

from the annals of courtney and aya's road trip

a sign post by the highway, entering illinois:


'When the Going Gets Tough
Remember Sunny,
That Rabbit's Foot
Won't Save no Bunny'

peanuts grow in the ground.

The earth stopped 

and feathers of doves were ripped from their bodies

bonfires made from aged old trees.

sacred fire stolen from the gods,

the people laughed and grew drunk on wisdom.

Bodies melded into one.

man made immortal

fueled by pleasure and lust

grew young.

women by the seed of birth

and strength

aged no more

animals spoke

us beings as we are

did not hear

forget it they cried into the wind

as the earth spins again.

and humanity as ignorant as ever

dance on the flight of the feathers. 

why cnn made me happy i live in logan square

as you all know, i work at a coffeeshop(surprise!) and have been for a year now. on a daily basis, when the poorly hinged door opens followed by the wind chimes singing their tranquil tune...a handsome local gent walks thru and shines a smile in my direction....then bam. atti has a crush. its cool, its fun, i enjoy my secret crushes........until........until the handsome local gent speaks.

i have expressed to you guys how i feel that all dudes fall somewhere on the spectrum of douche-ery. my crushes usually dissipate because of a mixture of douchery in the gent along with other variables. i'm sure this has occurred in many of your lives, you see someone at a party or a coffeeshop (ha!) or maybe even the train everyday on ure way to the shitass job you have s0 you imagine them a certain way....assume such beautiful magical stories about him/her...then u meet him/her, and they're not bad ppl, just not what your imagination wanted, damn. but thats an entire different topic then what this blog is supposed to be about. so, anyway....

dont get me wrong, a little bit of douche-erdom is a-ok in my book, really. actually, its expected and very much so appreciated. and disclaaaaaaaimer:::: i'm not by any means being sexist, girls have a different spectrum they fall under in different degrees but i'm not trying to sleep with any girls at this point in my life so i dont really care about that spectrum.

SOOOOOOOO, below is an example of a 100% douchefuckingbag whose balls need to cut off and "it" should only be refered to as a douche, not a man. because when i saw this, i let out a long sigh and the words 'wut a fucking douchebag' slipped off my tongue like butterrrrrrr. and not just for the act that "it" committed, and how "it" committed this act, or where it was committed, but also for "it's" retaaaaaaarded ass followup. my god. really now.

Le douche Bag.......



p.s. i love everyone who comes into my coffeeshop, i have never met any dude there with more than 50% doucheness...just uh wanted to say that. yep. and that my friends, is why i am happy i live here.

in honor of this great holiday

word of the day

assume there exists "x"

i learned something interesting today in the land of books words glances and ignorant statements.

as i devoured my chocolate brownie which had been screaming to be held by my tongue ALL DAY, this kid goes 'why do we always assume there's an "x", maybe there is no fucking "x", assuming there is an 'x' is like having faith. fuck faith.'

well, as my pharyngeal muscles, specifically my superior, middle, and inferior constrictors pushed the bolus down into my belly, i thought...hmm....faith....assume that x=pooping. do i have faith that x will enter my life today.
FUCK. YES.
and prior to sitting at this computer, it wasn't just x, it was 2x !!!

http://www.wimp.com/evilkids/

Daniel - Bat For Lashes

I am a robot.

"for OBVIOUS reasons"

1. http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sba/469985878.html


2. Once I was super lost on my way to a party in New York and found a huge box of books on the sidewalk. Even though it was cold and dark and scary and some guys were yelling at each other two blocks away, I dug through the box and found a medical dictionary (which came in handy later), some history encyclopedias (which didn't), and a book on kittens. After forty five minutes of confused wandering I ran into some people I knew and gave the kitten book to my friend Nancy, who sent me this video a few months later.

(That's the same book) (In case it wasn't clear)





3. Happy Pi Day!

i have a dream

of a day when vending machines will dispense babies. of course, you have to wait nine months. or, if you don't like kids, you can pay more for the child to be raised up until the age of 18 (maximum); and so i guess that would just be paying for a friend. fertilization will take place in a test tube inside of the machine

oo

Fix Push

in related news, i need to get a new bike this weekend.

Lala-land we meet again.

Hi. My stream of conscious says I'm.. just.. fine..... but have I lost my stream of conscious? Bla bla bla. Let's do a test. I'm going to just say whateva's on my FUCKING mind. I used to not be able to stop my fingers from moving. Always something on my mind, always something to try and understand. But now that I understand that I can never understand my mental enemy has grown so tiny I just don't care to listen anymore. Shhh I'm smoking grass. Don't tell the feds because I could get into a little bit of trouble. I really do hate the idea of cops. I don't hate them as individuals... but pull that beast up behind me with its beady red eyes and I can't help but see the darker side to this place. Things that have been on my mind recently:

Why do we feel this need to control our surroundings? Everything in its perfect place. I wonder, am I intact? Well... I am digesting. Wow. I have an inkling for some back stretches. UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Have to close this now. can't. eyes turn everything into tiny tiny tiny spots of light. mmmmmmatter?

our next dance party

something to do tonight

It's OVERTIME @ BUTTERFLY Grand & Milwaukee today 6pm-12 check out my art and watch great movies w/free Pizza,Popcorn and candy $4 beers w/shots.

hope to see you there...

our birthday is coming

so, kids, the opening blog, here it is. 

i want all of us to write in here whenever. whenever we have a dramatic story that blew us away, or if we saw a show critique it and share it with the rest of the group, a good book, or even a crappy one.  an album, a meal we ate, a poop we took, a person we met.  a brunch we went to.  write if u feel shitty, write if you feel giddy, write the lyrics to a song you make up, write because writing rocks, and shangrila has a fucking TON TO SAY/SHARE ALL THE TIME.  write because i love you all and because we're not just any fucking apartment complex, we're not just any family, we all have our quarks, we all have or talents, we all have secrets that have brought us together and made us more than a blood family or just friends.  we are a totem pole of musicians, alcoholics, drama, passive aggresiveness, chainsmokers, bike riders, pot heads, poets, artists, scientists, writers, readers, and what i feel ties us all together, we are all first, altruistic lovers.  and remember, shangrila extends to all of those to enter these doors. period.

because anyone who enters, stays till the wee hours of the morning, and always, ALWAYS returns.

-atti