as the flames rose to her roman nose & her Walkman started to melt... bigmouth strikes again & i've got no right to take my place with the human race" |
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Tuesday, Nov. 08, 2005 @ 7:25 am Vote. Vote. Vote. For me voting shall be easy tonight, as I'll be joining every voter I know & half of the town on top of that in voting NO on every single thing our Governator has thrown on the ballot this time around. He was actually in town yesterday, about two minutes from where I work, being picketed by all sorts of lovely folks whom I would've joined had I not been working to pay for gas to get to work. Funny how that works out. Sucks when it takes 42 dollars to fill up a tiny little Honda Accord. Not even his winning, partially duh (okay severely duh) politician's smile can get me to forget that. In non-voting news I'd like to say that my last entry was a lovely bit of suckiness & upon reviewing it I realized my feelings on the situation were untrue & I was a total shit to attack in that manner. Get me angry & hurt my feelings after a 70 hour workweek &, unfortunately, the bitch in me comes a calling... claws out, harsh words blazing. We've talked. It's been forgiven on both sides & the thought of not having him in my life sucks because he is the kindest man I've had the priviledge of knowing. The most full of road rage, but kind to me in a way that I heard was possible but couldn't fathom experiencing until he existed in my life. Truth is I'd like nothing more than the opportunity to see him every day & make him smile at least every hour on the hour. I miss laughing at his bitter grumpiness & how he pats his tummy like a kid in anticipation of burrito goodness (even when they're vegetarian). I miss Sunday mornings full of breakfast & the Ice Cowboy & the laundromat & kicking his ASS at Mrs. Pac Man in Manitou. I miss exchanging sleepy, "have-a-good-day"s when he left for work every morning. :blowing my speakers: The Smiths ~ Bigmouth Strikes Again
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