MHGO #42 30 years of barf

A 30 year tradition in Chicago has died. In the last 30 years the "South Side Irish Parade" has become a binge drinking tradition and an expected reason for employee call-offs on Monday morning.

The city of Chicago officially announced the cancelation of the repulsive (yes my opinion) specktakle of drinking and public urination on Monday, March 23rd.

I went once to this "event", and after trying to get to the actual parade route for 2+ hours, I turned right around. This parade/retardedness brings shame to the city and has evolved into something the initial founders in 1979 would have never have intended.

The city is one more step towards a healthy city.

M.H.G.O.

I wanted to take a chance randomly to say thank you to all the peeps that read and especially those that subscribe to the site, you have truely kept me going the last 4 years.

MHGO #41 The State of the Hood..

Once upon a time I was young, not as young as you may be reader, buy younger than I would intend you to be when reading this. I live in Chicago with my boyfriend of whom this story effects more than I, but I only have the strength to write.

It starts like this. I remember 3 years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember getting yelled at for the same shit I get yelled at for now..No one said the time would fix everything. I remember never worrying that the people in this memory would never be discernible in the future. Why in the world would I think about one of my friends never being there for me or furthermore us? The reason escaped me and I never entertained the matter again.

Later it happened, I was forced to face what I never wanted to do. My friend was too fucked up to wake up to live life, or I was waking him up so me and emergency services knew he was ok. There is a funny thing that happens to you during a two year break up....you fight with all your might to not care....when I say with all my might I truly mean it because we would accept this person at his most low if he had the strength to say he would give up. Alas he does not.....and we are left friendless...and here starts my plea:

Dear Crystal Meth,

Please stop taking my friends from me.......



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I'm 40

This is my 40th post and with it I thought I would address one of the most annoying aspects of my job as a manager for (edited) the beauty store . Why can't you bring your fucking club cards in??? What is so hard about putting a cheap card into your wallet or pocket or whore purse?

Secondly, no I don't want to look you up. I mean I understand my obligation as a manager and leader to do what I would wish my cashiers to do, but essentially I do not want to look you up and don't give a fuck if you get something from it or not. Be responsible. Why do you expect free rewards when you can't do something as simple as bring the card in for the lowly cashier to scan.

Your such a bitch...

-P Face