good woman by cat power

I want to be a good woman
And I want, for you to be a good man.
This is why I will be leaving
And this is why, I can’t see you no more.
I will miss your heart so tender 
And I will love
This love forever

I don’t want be a bad woman
And I can’t stand to see you be a bad man
I will miss your heart so tender
And I will love
This love forever
And this is why I am leaving
And this is why I can’t see you no more
This is why I am lying when I say
That I don’t love you no more

Cause I want to be a good woman
And I want for you to be a good man

i can't wait to wear my little clothes in my own little apartment and rock myself to sleep whilst this song comforts me and my poor choices that have left me alone.  i probably won't ever marry.  

So, i guess i missed out on a garden party today in washington, dc.  Yes, yes, today is the day Mr. Barack Hussein Obama officially became president.  huzzaaah bazooka cry.

the congressmen, celebrities, and wealthy fanatics privileged enough to be within eye sight of Mr. and Mrs. Obama were fortunate to bear witness to the grandest Presidential Inauguration in our country's past.  Michelle was looking rather regal today, eh?  I dug the gold-green gown.  Barack was visibly glowing from tamed mini-fro to shiny foot.  i guess us americans are bloody accustomed to his speeches, beacause i hear the word on the streets is that he gave a dull, half-hearted inaugural oration.  however, has this man not already spoonfed us chunks of his soul?  how else could a people feel so connected to a politician?  i watched his inaugural address and thoroughly enjoyed it.  the statement that resonated with the crowd strongest had to be when he reminded us that just 60 years ago his father wasn't even able to be seated at a restaurant, and for us to look back how far we've come.

let's listen to cat power, smoke a cigarette or two and read more from memoirs of a geisha. 

he's my president

say, happy inauguration day.  this shall be my pre-Obama breaks a historical precedence blog.

i'm expecting a crisp, thought-provoking oration to be heard and witnessed this day 'round the noon hour.  

what i'd give to put this day in my memory bank, to deposit memories from Washington, DC.  i'd have my down coat to warm my bones, and earmuffs to boot but i'd be sure to perk my ears nonetheless.  my ears would first be graced by kenyan sopranos and baratones, thanks to the kenyan choir that journeyed to DC for the inauguration of Barack himself. 

i feel as if barack and i have a similar day ahead of us; for i am returning to school today!  kent state university, baby.  sure, barack may have more paramount a title and duty, but each of us shall shine today.  and he may have denzel in his front row and  more importantly every face in america clinging to his first and last word; but i feel as if i can share in his joy.

baracks really got our little country wrapped around his finger, i sure hope he wines and dines our poor selves.

what are the anthems of a 19 year-old ma ma

Clap, clap, clap!  May it be heard by all and the Gods especially, I wish to change my wretched ways.

I left the land of Lincoln.  I also blew farewell kisses to the world's greatest sundial, to my mother and sister, to the reeking place called Pekin, and hopefully to my bad sense as well.

What is a mother to do, that isn't fully grown, still a girl really, one that feels totally secondary to her 10 month-old child?  Well, I'm learning she makes the best of what she has, recalls her past vividly and passionately, but restrains from nostalgic toddler thoughts.  She nurtures and embraces her dreams tightly, as if they may float away when the winds wail.