Floozy Speak!

Chicago, I slept the bulk of the 13 hr flight, the 2 glasses of champane
and wine surely helped, I'm ready to arrive and be one with my domain, I
hate being herded around like cattle.

Its been awhile since I've read The LionTheWitch & TheWardrobe, someone
next to me is reading that. I haven't blogged via the sidekick in
awhile.

Tmoblie didn't really work in china aside from text messages, so much
for that service.

China. It seems so far away right now. While I fell alseep to tunes on
my ipod my mind edited music memories of china, the temple of
everything, the surgeons, the streets, the people, and chen. I skipped
from song to song trying to find the best hook. Lyrics or no lyrics,
deep beats or acoustical bliss. What would serve this memory best, what
song would work.

My chipped tooth feels sharp.

I think I'm destined for something more than this crowded airport
terminal offers me. Already I can over hear the conversations about
work, the chaos of x y and z. I'm a bad listener by trade, I hear too
much. I long for the bliss of a perfectly cooked outback steak. I
welcome the warm hug of my sweet mary, I can see her eyes now, her
smile, her skin.

Seeing the news bothers me. In china I was semi cuttoff. Not bombarded
by the constant onslaught of american media.

Should I turn inward? What will keep me alive, well and fresh? Dare to
be fresh I say. Dare to be bold, to skip down that street, to sing that
song and to simply tell it like it is.

I need to dream more. Hard to dream lately.