I am in love with Ralph Nader. I think he's such a cutie... If Norman and I break up, Ralph is my man.
I exercised my "right and responsibility," as Dan Rather puts it, to vote this evening. I voted for my Ralphie. I'm convinced he's going to win. MY VOTE COUNTS, DAMMIT! And I voted for my Ralphie.
I'd never voted before, for anything. I couldn't figure out how the levers worked. I HOPE I voted for Ralphie. I also couldn't figure out how to get the curtain open after I'd pushed down what seemed to be a fair number of levers. Oh well. At least I didn't have to ask for help.
Later....
I've sobered up a bit, and Aaron and I are running around my apartment screaming, "come on, Jewish people! It's ALL UP TO YOU!"
Just FYI, Aaron and I opened a bottle of Bully Hill goat wine with "Wine with Hope" written on the cork.
Apparently, despite my vote, my Ralphie isn't winning. At least there's still a chance Bush won't win.
Whatever. I can't really type straight right now. It may have been wine with hope, but more importantly, it was wine with alcohol, and I'm sleepy and miserable and I just want somebody to fucking win so I can go to bed. Hopefully, somebody will win who doesn't suck.
Stay tuned tomorrow for Aaron and Helena's drunken election-night quote-page...
Ralphie's girl...
~Helena*