Seen getting on the Brown Line to Kimball at about 8:15 a.m.
can’t believe she told me I couldn’t work. That it’s not a proper lady’s place.
Well guess what? Last time I checked, a princess gets to do what she wants. So
what if her-royal-highness-my-mother orders me not to? What’s she going to do?
Disown and disinherit me? Good. I didn’t ask to be a member of this ridiculous
secret monarchy anyway.
all in denial. Do they really think that, in a time of crisis, the American
people are really just going to let them swoop in and take power? Yeah, right.
Frightened people will do a lot of things they might not otherwise do;
frightened Americans, however, would probably just cling desperately to the
ideal of Democracy and pull out their shotguns. What will my parents do then?
How will my always-perfect little sister Gloria handle her bloody fate? I don’t
want any part of that.
I want is to be a normal person. I want to live in a shitty apartment with
cockroaches. I want to hook up with a complete stranger that I met at a bar. I
want a job that will scar and blister my pale, immaculate hands.
This story will probably not make any sense unless you read this story first. I invented America's secret monarchy in May of last year. Can't believe it was that long ago.
I think some of my fellow DWChitown members and I are going to The Whistler tonight for The Minus Times release party. Fancy drinks. Readings. Who could ask for more?