(echoes from my so-blogged life)
What does it mean when nearly every voice in your head is screaming for you to get the f*ck out of Chicago?(Only to be followed by a whisper, "But to where?")
Beautiful, as usual!
It takes a certain patience to love this bipolar city. But I love it with all my heart, even with all its faults.
Sorry to hear that you're feeling down. But I'm happy to see you're posting here again.I hope your blues will pass. Perhaps some peanut butter will help.
I say throw a dart.
I know a cool girl who is looking for a roomy in Austin... whisper, whisper, whisper...
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