A lot of people listen to music in the car, busy lives. Hurry hurry! There’s no time! The only time these people know how to relax is sitting in the bucket seats and fall asleep at the wheel because of gentle humming of their car. I adore that purr. I don’t drive. I know how but I don’t. (It involves money.) I get to sit in any seat other than the drivers and float into the engine. I’m sure I do way to much floating – so what?
….I know you might roll your eyes at this but I’m so glad that you exist…..
I listen to music while I write. I do so enjoy being laid back. (My mom didn’t know what ‘twang’ was. It was mentioned during CSI and she had no idea what it was – my sister, Laura and I tried to explain it to her. Rachel was there. It was a good conversation.) Florida, state of unconscious. Drive 20 mph. Smell the orange blossoms. Retire. I’m from Chicago. I’m different so these thoughts weren’t foreign to me but very different. Chicago, it’s the best city in the world. People are usually pretty damn nice – not so much so in New York. New York is the France of the US. California – I’ve never been there. (but leave before it makes you – soft.) I have a pal in the San Diego area. Chicago, always something to do – when I was there they were filming the Weatherman and Oceans 12. The saying was that if you saw a yellow Ferrari, you just saw Nick Cage… I LOVE him! (He worked with Angelina Jolie!) They were looking for extras but I was caged in the hospital. I love being cheesy. I COULD HAVE BEEN IN A NICHOLAS CAGE MOVIE! They were filming down the damn street from where I was! Chicago, always nothing to do. Tons of empty used book stores, empty coffee shops. Housing is a little expensive but pay is higher. The buildings actually touch the sky. If everyone would grab onto a star, next stop, the moon. It’s a port city down the river from New Orleans. (Another city I love.) It gets really fucking cold. I love it. Snuggling, but I don’t like that word. Nestling? Hiding under the covers with your love affair… one of my favorite aspects of cold weather. *bleck* Curse the English language for not having a word I can use. It gets sweaty, sultry, sticky sweet in the summer. Lots of running around naked to pretty hate machine. Perfection in between. Rainy beautiful days decorated with grey and wet. Sun and wind. The train. And we’re back to the purr. I get to go back in Sept. then again in March.
Chicago boys are so cute!
….I know you might roll your eyes at this but I’m so glad that you exist…..
I listen to music while I write. I do so enjoy being laid back. (My mom didn’t know what ‘twang’ was. It was mentioned during CSI and she had no idea what it was – my sister, Laura and I tried to explain it to her. Rachel was there. It was a good conversation.) Florida, state of unconscious. Drive 20 mph. Smell the orange blossoms. Retire. I’m from Chicago. I’m different so these thoughts weren’t foreign to me but very different. Chicago, it’s the best city in the world. People are usually pretty damn nice – not so much so in New York. New York is the France of the US. California – I’ve never been there. (but leave before it makes you – soft.) I have a pal in the San Diego area. Chicago, always something to do – when I was there they were filming the Weatherman and Oceans 12. The saying was that if you saw a yellow Ferrari, you just saw Nick Cage… I LOVE him! (He worked with Angelina Jolie!) They were looking for extras but I was caged in the hospital. I love being cheesy. I COULD HAVE BEEN IN A NICHOLAS CAGE MOVIE! They were filming down the damn street from where I was! Chicago, always nothing to do. Tons of empty used book stores, empty coffee shops. Housing is a little expensive but pay is higher. The buildings actually touch the sky. If everyone would grab onto a star, next stop, the moon. It’s a port city down the river from New Orleans. (Another city I love.) It gets really fucking cold. I love it. Snuggling, but I don’t like that word. Nestling? Hiding under the covers with your love affair… one of my favorite aspects of cold weather. *bleck* Curse the English language for not having a word I can use. It gets sweaty, sultry, sticky sweet in the summer. Lots of running around naked to pretty hate machine. Perfection in between. Rainy beautiful days decorated with grey and wet. Sun and wind. The train. And we’re back to the purr. I get to go back in Sept. then again in March.
Chicago boys are so cute!
posted by *Natasha* @ 9:36 PM
1 Comments:
At 10:17 PM,
Anonymous said…
Hey there, it's Vanessa....mmmm...you know, Vanessa. Adam's Vanessa...do you know any other Vanessa's? ... ok, well, yea, it's me. I LOVE CHICAGO TOO...I am determined to live there once I become a doctor. It's the BEST city to live in! Especially when you can live right outside the city in the 'burbs and then drive to work in the City and just do ANYTHING. ...A beach near by that's RIGHT by the city... *sigh* oh how I miss it. I'm from the good ol' city as well. I think you knew that though. Alrighty, g'day.
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