There’s a little drunken housewife in me just waiting to set a fire.

Well you know those times when you feel like
There’s a sign there on your back
That says I don’t mind if you kick me, seems like everybody has
Things go from bad to worse
You think it can’t get worse than that
And then they do

I knew it would happen, I just didn’t think it would happen so… soon.
My mom got her 60 days notice today.
Her last day at work is November 26th.
Happy Fucking Holidays, right?

Oh well, I guess we’ll see where life goes from here.
I just hope we don’t have to move.

Money sucks.
People suck.

*sigh*

People are unreliable. They are also dangerous.
Stay away from people.

… unless they’re your friends. Friends are generally trustworthy.

But all other people suck.

Your family’s okay, too. I mean, they piss you off sometimes, but ya know, they’re family.

And I suppose Mother Theresa was pretty nice. And that Gandhi guy… yeah, he did some good things. Not to mention Martin Luther King and Ben Olsen of DC United… but really, if you aren’t on that list, you’re just a big goob.

Yeah.
It’s been that sort of September.

If you want to vote by mail you have to fill out the “Absentee Ballot Application Request Forum”

I don’t care how many years you’ve been receiving ballots by mail.

You still have to apply every two years.

Yes, you have to fill out the entire forum.

Yes, you have to pay postage.

I suppose you could consider that a “modern day poll tax”.

Don’t yell at me because I can’t read your chicken scratch.

Learn to write legibly or don’t complain.

If you “don’t trust” the electronic voting machines and demand a “paper trail” then vote by mail.

Please read directions.

If you’re convinced the machines can be hacked via “one line of simple code” then please, by all means, come in and show us so we can address the problem.

Just because you didn’t vote in a primary election doesn’t mean you’re suddenly not registered to vote.

It’s not my fault you put the last four digits of your phone number down instead of your social security number.

And yes.

It did happen.

Don’t wait until the last day of your leave to demand to vote.

If it’s that important to you, take time out of your busy schedule to do it.

Don’t make us call security.

I don’t care how old you are, I still need your birthday to look you up.

Please laugh when I’m friendly with you.

At least smile.

I’m not happy to be here either.

I’m not going to steal your identity because you put your social security number on your registration.

You’re not that interesting.

I probably missed a few dozen other things, but the point I’m trying to make is:

STOP CALLING ME.

“lend yourself to others but give yourself to yourself”