The extent of our winters in LA are based around rainy days that jump between 55 and 65 degrees. The occasional winds throw in a feeling of chill as well, minus the East Coast bite...most of the time.
I'm cold because I haven't been involved in a regular exercise regime. I'm confused because I don't know why I haven't other than blood makes noise and right now, it is stagnantly quiet. I think it is more about fear. A fear of accomplishment and the permission to let that 'excuse" go by the way side. Maybe hypnosis is now on my shopping list of "TO BUYS"-
OK...Women I dig: This last one, unpictured. Then...
Jane Lynch for her amazing portrayal of a strong, often feisty antagonist- but always the big sister type I always wanted to be blessed with growing up-it really sucked growing up solo...I don't know though if it wasn't better that only one version of my mother came again on to this planet. If you read this... I love you Mom. Let's do a play together Jane. 
Suzanne Vega.Duh. The talented throes her brilliance I only realize now provided the soundtrack for much of my chaotically thought through adolescence. Her poetry through music is one of the few things that provided a sense in the non-sense I lived in growing up. The artist behind the melodies that calmed my savage sabotage. How lucky this woman was capable to give her talents to the world in the ways and times she did. She's the first Winehouse, Gaga, etc- she paved the way. In many ways, she always "happens" at the right time for the right reason still- and one of the only musicians I can write and listen too simultaneously. Dietrich. No explanation neccessary.
Then...
Then there's this woman:
I've no idea...maybe her rage. FIN.
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