I could say Misery today - History tomorrow. Or … Mystery today - Misery tomorrow. I suppose that one/all/some of those will fit for at least one person. I’m hopin for … well you all know what I’m hoping for. The other thing I’m hoping for is that I do not fly off the road tomorrow with my car and hit one of the many YES ON 8 children that are littering one of the busiest streets in my town. And yes, I mean children. Some of you adults should be ashamed of yourselves. Ok. You know - I feel like a bad citizen right now and I’m showing my insensitivity for another view point - but I do so knowing that my viewpoint is so on point that it makes all other viewpoints terribly unjust, unfair, and just plain stupid.

What concerns me is that there are several thousand people who feel the complete opposite.

I wonder if my teacher will let us out early tomorrow to vote. Nah. She won’t. She’ll assume most of us took the time to vote before going to class. I have already done my duty. Tuesdays are a bitch for me - I don’t need one more thing on my plate to contend with.

And yet - sleep does not come so easy. I don’t think I drank any caffeine and I didn’t eat anymore sugar today. I ate a few pounds of it on the 31st - I could still be processing that, but I could have sworn I had an intense sugar coma Sunday Evening.

Ok - yeah. It’s 3:19AM (really 4:19AM) and I’ve been up since about 6 this morning - so if I start making less and less sense as this post progresses you’ll all know precisely why.

Just random things as they pop into my head, k? Pretend like you’re having fun. Course you’re probably so overjoyed that I fuckin wrote something in this journal you’re probably not even reading anymore through the tears of gratitude in your eyeballs, right?

Girls get periods. What do boys get?
Just curious… there has to be some sort of equal payback. If nothing - then I would venture to say that God is indeed a man. A female God would give you all something equally as trying once a month to deal with. And shut up, Tiffy. Pay back can not be in the form of having to live with a woman who gets her period once a month. I saw that one coming. I’m not that tired.

What is the big fuckin hairy fuckin deal with men getting married to men or women getting married to women? In the state of California the only thing that is getting in the way of fuckin traditional marriage is the marriages of hollywood stars. People like Brittney who marry back up dancers, breed with them, then shave their head and hand over visitation rights to them after messy divorces mess up traditional marriages. Tommy Lee and Pamela Smith - they mess up traditional marriages. Tom Cruise jumpin up and down on a sofa about a woman who is young enough to be his daughter … (kinky yes - but marriage?) ruins traditional marriage. Ohhhh - Woody Fuckin Allen - yeah - talk to him - wait - that’s New York. Never mind. My point here is this: In the state of California people will be voting on a measure that makes Gay marriage illegal. I say fuck you to anyone who blames Gay people wanting to be married as ruining marriage. Seriously. I say it loudly. FUCK YOU. There. And I mean it. If Gay Marriage is not supported in Hollyweird - there is no hope for any of the other states.

I hate my English Teacher. I seriously hate him. I have to tell Tiffy about the many reasons I hate my English Teacher. There are many many reasons. I will share one of them with my reader/s: My English Teacher is an asshole. ’nuff said.

I have to write an argumentative paper and I don’t know what I’m going to write about. I seriously am a very calm non argumentative person (laughing) and I don’t carry harsh and strong opinions. I imagine I’ll write somethin about this gay marriage thing - but if it passes I’ll be preaching to the choir, and if it doesn’t pass I’ll be bitter and too emotional and my teacher says that’s a bad thing to be in this type of a paper.

Speaking of writing - I was suppose to do this NaNoWriMo project and I guess 4 days in now it’s too late for me to start. Tiffy - weren’t you suppose to do it with me. Not IT - we’ll do that later this week - but the NaNo thingee - weren’t you going to do it with me? I think you were. Can we catch up? Does this post count? lol!

It’s sad about Obama’s Grandmother - but I’m jealous. She knows how this whole thing turns out. We still have to wait 24-48 hours to get the results and in the meantime listen to stations call the race (incorrectly) and fuck things up until we get those results in 24-48 hours. It’s going to be a long evening.

I haven’t made a podcast in like forever. I have too much to say and not enough to say.

Tonight I did something really adult and made a budget for myself. I realized that some of you might have a budget, too - and my empty promises for recordings have probably made you bitter. I did a custom recording though - and it turned out really nice. You should really take me up on making a few for you. I can say your name all sexy and sweet like and it will be just yours and no one elses and you can break it out and listen to it before going to “rock the vote” and you’ll feel so much better. The form to request a quote for a custom recording is on the My Recording page.

I saw a really hilarious bumper sticker today - it said: January 20th, 2009 - The End of An Error.

I gotta go to bed. If I don’t sleep quick I’ll miss History being made. Whatever happens - it will be exciting, won’t it? And no worries any of you. If McCain happens to win and I move to another country - I’ll still work NF. Besides the occasional “eh” that may creep into my speech, you won’t be able to tell that I’m in Canada. It will be alright, eh?

Remember to Vote. If you don’t - you have nothing to bitch about in Wednesday Mornin’ … or for the next 4 years! Lucky for all of you - I DID remember to Vote (hopefully my mailed vote counts!) so you’ll be hearing my opinions for at LEAST 4 more years!!!
Guess who isn’t going to be a teen soon? Yeah - we’ll talk about that History In The Making in the next few days!

How does Your Wet Dream Dot Com sound? lol.