So the election thing made me really happy. Rumsfeld resigning made me really happy. Now, if we can only get rid of Bush…. Who is excited for the Comedy Central news shows tonight? It’s me!!!! Man those shows are going to be hilarious. Rather than continuing in this excited election train of thought, I am going to talk about some things that I just don’t understand.
Yesterday when voting the lady gave me a hard time because the signature I signed didn’t look enough like the one on the paper she had. Now, maybe it is just me, but sometimes signatures come out a little differently (particularly when you have a momentary brain fart like I did) and I told her as much (politely of course). She told me I should really be careful of that because it could get me into trouble. Did I mention that she had already checked my ID? They just don’t want to let a sister vote. Then when I left she accused me of stealing the pen. Bitch, just cause you didn’t see me put the pen down doesn’t mean I didn’t. I don’t want your funky voting pen anyway. I want people to use the stupid thing to vote. Who do you think I am? I didn’t understand.
This morning on the train was a disgusting and somehow not at all malodorous mess under one of the seats. It appeared to be vomit. Since I get on the train very close to the northernmost stop, I had a long time to sit and watch people get really excited about an open seat and then shrink in horror when they looked and saw the mess. As the mess was on the floor below the inside seat, a few people were brave enough to sit in the outside seat but then moved if another seat became available. Finally, about a stop before I was going to get off a bubbly group of apparently High School girls teemed onto the train and one promptly sat down in that seat despite all the cries of “SOMEONE VOMITED THERE!!!!!” from other passengers. She simply looked down and shrugged. There had to be vomit on her shoes and she just shrugged and continued to sit. There was no jump up in horror, no loud shriek of disgust, not even a hang of the head in shame. I didn’t understand.
Then I got to work. The new person in my department is starting Monday and that means I have to get out of my desk and go to my big grownup office. So I talked to the person who wants the big empty office and said she needed to move into it or I would. We asked the boss about it. He said we had to wait until Monday when the programming director comes back. I don’t know why it is hard for us to move offices but it appears to be. I don’t understand.
What I do understand is how much fun it is to hang out with Dave E Wo, make pizza, play cribbage and rummy, and watch TV. That’s how you have a good time.
You also have a good time listening to music. I’m not picking songs anymore because it is far too easy. Back to shuffle we go.
1. Sleepwalking through the all night drugstore, baptized in fluorescent light. Superhero, Ani Difranco. Identified by Brooke.
2. Hey boy take a look at me, let me dirty up your mind. Queer, Garbage. Identified by Brooke.
3. Get out of the car, put down the phone, take off that stupid looking hat you wear.
4. People say I’m the life of the party cause I tell a joke or two. Tracks Of My Tears, Smokey Robinson and the Miracles. Identidied by Dad.