I am at a loss for what to do right now. Should I keep checking my 18 email addresses? Should I work on the logo I promised my buddy Vinnie? Should I toddle over the Verizon and get my brand new color flip phone that I basically have to sign my life way for 2 more years to procure? Should I write the article for Write For Cash about how to make moonshine so I can get some extra bucks? Should I drift in an endless sea of web pages that prattle on about nothing of substance? Or should I continue to moon over the events of last night and sign contentedly every 3 minutes?
Ok, I'll go with that.
So I like this guy. He's super cute. Kind. Considerate. Tall. Funny. Attentive. Complimentary. And for some reason, he likes spending time with me. Me! I am already so comfortable with him. He came over last night and we just cuddled on the couch alongside the other hetero-couple in my apartment to watch The Apprentice. I was all set to go out... but if you are with the right person, cuddling on the couch becomes more fun.
Things are looking good. I am not so disconsolate about my money situation. I have some fun weekends coming up. The Red Sox are in the World Series. I have lost some weight and people have noticed. And I like a boy. It has been awhile since I have felt this true spark, like since college. So go me.
And then, there is this.That makes me happy. It make me even happier if the would finally send me my damn voter card! I am going to call those bastards right now. You can hold a determined sister down.
Ok, I called. It seems that you don't even NEED the voter card. All you need is some half-assed form of identification. Mail. Pay stub. Blockbuster card. Whatever. That seems secure. What if Right-Wing Rita pretends to be me and votes for Bush in my name? Well, it doesn't really matter, I suppose. Kerry pretty much has this state wrapped up. But if I believed MTV, I have to VOTE OR DIE! Good one, Puffy! You think of that yourself?
Ok, I am off to Verizon. I have been sans cell phone for a week now and it is starting to toy with my emotions. My co-Art Director just got a free camera phone when he signed a two year contact, but when I went in there, they were saying I would have to pay an extra $80 for a camera phone. I am about to go give these bastards a piece of my mind. And I don't have much to spare.