Friday, January 21, 2011

He's the kind of a man, needs the kind of a woman like me.

Today's entry felt too impersonal as an essay.  It needed a voice- any voice, apparently, because mine worked.  It was more true to how I came up with it, anyway.  Sometimes, you just need the pauses, inflections, and "um's". Sorry for the stuffy nose, and you might need to turn it up.

 

Also, the track barely discernible in the background. I discovered it through Sita Sings the Blues, which is a wonderful animated film that I urge you all to check out. One of my favorites.

Moanin' Low- Billie Holiday







P.S. I'm applying to be a writing consultant; hoping I get it.

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