Short ramble ramble

For the past few months I've been wanting to make a mix of songs that contain indeterminate pronouns in their title. Like "I Want It That Way," "I Would Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That)," "You Will When You Believe," etc etc. I need help.
I am allergic to cats.
Thoughts on the city of Chicago: I'm having some trouble formulating. I think this is ultimately where it's going: I really like Chicago, but I don't think I could live here again. This all has to do, I'm fairly certain, with dirt, or a lack thereof.
I'm sitting right now in a friend's house, on the 23rd floor of a building right on the lake. The view is amazing, extending forever to the East, North and West. Chicago's still pretty.
But there are few bodegas here, which is not just problematic when you want some water or gum or sliced fruit. It's also problematic because it suggests just how strangely ascetic the affluent neighborhoods in Chicago are. Whole swathes of this city have never been anything but affluent (or that's what it feels like.) They never gentrified, the gentry was always here. All the stores are so cute and clean and pleasant and right out of a box, off the shelf. Like some middle-aged, soccer mom from Minnesota (or Chicago) designed a city.
But did a good job, because like I said, it's beautiful here. And there are trees. And if you walk down the street at night, you come across squares of sidewalk that have been torn up for construction and filled with sand. And in them all you can see are tree roots. No trash. You could take off your shoes and play in it like it's a sandbox if you liked.