Today, Chicago reminds me of my Vagina…
Originally published at Confessions of an ex-femme fatale. You can comment here or there.
Frigid… and very, very, very, cold. The ground squeeks,cracks, and moans as you step on it. All sound seem amplified. This weather isn’t corpse cold… this weather is the arctic saying hello.
I’m so sick but here I am waiting at the airport to go back to NYC. I should be in bed for about two days to get over this crap. I have no idea where I am gonna find some meds near the hotel. I suppose I should shoot off an email tonight explaining the malady that has so suddenly stuck me down.
Not that it will do me any good.
The election results from this weekend do nothing for my heath either. But hey! That is why I have always looked to moving out of this country eventually. I want to be inspired. I want to go somewhere inspiring. I want to go to where the future touches the now. I’m not going to to find it in the land of Ho-Hos, Nascar, and where the idea of a part time Black guy or a Woman running for office is amazing, or shots of a celebrity’s twat makes CNN.
Inspire me… Make me fresh and new at any age:
Singapore
Sweden