I’m Not Dead, I Swear

I myself have found
a real rival in myself
I am hoping for
a rearrival of my health

Enjoy my insomnia with me.

Ok. done. At least done sharing.

So, the election’s over.

Thank God.

If I never have to hear “I’m Liar#232, and I approve this message.” again, I’d be ecstatic. But, it’ll suffice if I don’t have to hear it for a few years.

Even though we didn’t get 5% of the vote, I still feel this election season was a success, at least personally. I’ve honed my ‘Vote Third Party’ speech into a flawless argument, and I’m totally prepared for next time. Also, I personally got 16 people who weren’t going to vote Libertarian to actually do it (or at least they told me they did to shut me up.)

I’m happy.

I almost forgot to add my political haiku!:

They’re Republicrats
What’s a vote for real change, then?
Libertarian!

“Always vote for principle, though you may vote alone, and you may cherish the sweetest reflection that your vote is never lost.”

-John Quincy Adams

Fat talk.

Worth the load time in my opinion.

Wanda’s Julie’s Fat Knees:

This seems to be turning into the “Let’s stroll down memory lane with music” site. I have so many things to get off of my chest, but I don’t really have the strength or desire to delve into that can of worms right now. My health being the biggest issue I want to avoid. So instead, let’s listen to one of the saddest songs ever, at least for me. It conjures up memories of my failed relationship with Jeremy, mainly because he loved it so much. Of course, he also love ‘Something’, too, so maybe he’s just a Patti Boyd fan? If you get that reference, you’re as big of a dork as I am.

Just FYI, today is the first day of the rest of my life and I don’t care how cliche that sounds; things are changing. They have to, or I won’t survive.

I just found out that the Killers did a cover of my favorite Dire Straits song ever Romeo and Juliet.

My old roommate, Joe, used to sing this song to me all the time. He’d start serenading me at the most random times just to make me smile. In the grocery store, in the car, from the other room as I was falling asleep.

The song brings back a lot of good memories and hearing it makes me miss him so much.

Of course he did the Indigo Girls rendition, which I adore as well.  He especially loved to belt out the line “Julieeee, I’m so in love.” in public in an attempt to embarrass me. I especially loved when he sang the line “I love you like the stars above, I’m gonna love you ’til I die” because when he sang it I knew I’d have someone that loved me forever.

I haven’t spoken to him in at least 8 years.

I miss him.

I miss who I was when I was with him.

Not to be a socialist at twenty is proof of want of heart;
to be one at thirty is proof of want of head.

I’m volunteering to be an election judge again for the November election. I served as one during the primaries and even though I was the youngest person there by at least 40 years, it was pretty interesting and I think it’s everyone’s civic duty to do more than be forced into jury duty. That and volunteer work always helps when looking for a job. Ha!

Also:

Yay!