Today I am thankful that I live in the USA and can speak my mind by casting a ballot.
Yeppers...
Today I received my ballot.
Today I voted for my friends in politics.
I voted against tax hikes proposed by people I like but who have ripped me off in the past. If you want me to vote for your tax hike, never let your lying lawyer steal $500 from me....okay?
I'm going to make sure that costs those...those lying sacks of [stuff monkeys throw]. Although, their lawyers' lies led me to my estranged spouse's lies which led me to prove that I am not a sex addict after all. Yes, the lawyer proved to me that my hubby is a stalking cad but the fact still remains that they ripped me off (long story). I'm still angry. Six years of living like a nun and I want to [censored as it is completely unsexy]. I'm just a little grouchy. I'll get over it when hell freezes over or I meet a blind guy unafraid to be turned to stone by a medusa look-a-like.
But, getting back to the point.
There was one person I wasn't sure I'd vote for.
I met him six months ago and he made fun of my shirt. I don't care how saggy one's bags are. I don't care what her t-shirt says. Old men should never make fun of any old lady's shirt lest they live to rue the day.
I saw him again last month and caught him checking out my backside. He literally popped his perverted head out of a door and watched me walk away. To give him credit, I may have sat in gum and he may have been trying to warn me.
I don't know.
I didn't know if I'd bother voting for him.
It took me all day to decide.
In the end, I voted for him because he's probably the only man brave enough to get that close to me. Some guys will do anything to pimp themselves for a vote.
Well...there was another reason, too.
He ran unopposed.
It's fun to be a US citizen.
Don't forget to get your vote on!
Love ya,
S.