... Man there's nothing going on. Nothing really inspiring to write about, nothing to observe. There's not much to comment on either, since I think every aspect of our little ELECTION has been inspected and explained. So I'll write this entire thing without even mentioning... You know, that guy- the one, you know, the one without the white hair. Yeah, that one, who's got the dark skin. And the obviously terrorist-rooted middle name. That's right. THAT GUY.
Ok got that out of my system.
It's cold outside. I don't know how it happened. Yesterday I was wearing shorts, and today, I had to turn my damn heater on. I mean, shit, the forecast has the temperatures bouncing all over the place. 86- that's 4 shy of 90- in the middle of November? What the hell!? And then the night and day are divided by some 30-40 degrees Fahrenheit, which I suppose is what makes this a "desert" even if it just feels like an oven 3/4 of the year. I don't appreciate this temperature segregation. It discriminates against people with thin clothing and a limited wardrobe.
Ah, the weather, always such an easy thing to talk about. I think half of my journals are just me observing the weather and ranting on about it. Maybe that's why there's this generic "how's the weather" question that fills in any awkward conversation over the phone. When it comes to weather, everyone has an opinion.
Circling back to politics...
Oh we're going to miss Bush. I wonder what life for Bush will be like, once he gets back to the Lone Star State. A lot of fishin, and huntin, and cowboyin, I assume. Maybe even some readin, and apparently some writin' too. Ok took it too far. But seriously he might write a book, and god dammit, I will gladly dish out twenty bucks to read the train of thought that resides in George W. Bush's brain.
Ok fuck this it's like 5:30am I am OUT.









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