After a breakup, nothing makes sense
Went to vote today.
The joint was totally empty and a bunch of tired old people stood, smiled and shuffled me around when I arrived. It’s always cool to vote. It’s easy for me because my polling station is just across the street from my pad. I went in my pajama top and a pair of jeans and sneakers.
Whom I voted for is less important than the fact I did.
In my personal life, the ex and I spoke again last night for quite a while. Not sure what I should do about that whole thing. Not even sure what it all means.
When it comes down to it, miss being in love.
Man, I’m such a sap. And here I am voting in the most powerful country in the world.
They should have a screening process to keep out the saps.
Location: @4:00 – pulling levers
Mood: Working
Music: This is a message, pay attention