Please Welcome President Snuggleface

Today I free-based HOPE.

"Jessica Meets the President, Whips Out American Flag-Shirt"

Today, after many hours spent hopping from cafe to cafe with the frequency of a cheap ham radio, I got quite far into my book and began to fall in love with each page. I will not bore you with that though. I shall instead bore you with my musings on our hopey new president!

So, aside from that gelatinous ball of homophobia Rick Warren, I thought the inauguration was worthy of it's hype. But there was one star that could not be denied:

Aretha Franklin's bow-hat. It was a piece of rhinestone-studded cartoonishly over-inflated and confusing fashion BRILLIANCE.

Oh, and President Obama came, too.

**Seriousness Alert**
But to be sure, I don't remember the last time I looked forward to every word that came out of our president's mouth, nor the last time that I cried because I was so proud and overwhelmed by what our country is capable of and willing to do. I don't remember when I first started smiling or when I stopped crying, but I do remember when the moment of stillness passed over states and seas, to where I was sitting in that tiny room in Bonn. I don't remember who was sitting next to me, but I remember exactly when I felt like history took a snapshot of us sitting there, breath held, hearts pounding. Though I don't remember when I lost faith my country, I know the exact moment when I felt like an American again.

So, the summation of this is: godDAMN can that Jon Favreau write a speech. Starbucks is for real, people. Look it up.

I will also be cutting this short, as my war with technology rages on and the PC is now taking hostages.
Ciao!