vote to keep the terrorists at gitmo.

I know how much you guys are enjoying these little gems that I keep discovering on campaign posters. Stay classy, Carolina. On the bright side, we had our primaries yesterday, and the leading Republican (by 86% or something crazy) was a woman named Nikki Haley, and since Mark Sanford is as likely to be re-elected as this state is to elect a democrat governor, I'm thinking SC might be seeing a woman governor pretty soon. She's still a Republican, but either way it can't hurt to have our women's representation in politics go up. (Thank you for the precise stats on that, Alyssaree.)

In other news, I can't get a job, so I got a fish instead. Her name is Pauline, after Gary's mother who I've now visited twice. She feeds me awesome vegetarian food from Taiwan and tells me things about the Dao, although I think her religious beliefs are definitely more of a meshed version between Daoism, Confucianism, and Christianity, because she's sharing a lot of things with me about Jesus and my familial duties as well.

Job hunting is awful. No one is hiring. I even applied to be the Chick Fil A cow mascot (I was prepared to offer stats on cows being the largest contributor to global warming, booo McDonalds) but I got rejected there too. I still have my part time waitressing job at the Schwaben House, but that's just Friday and Saturday, and my boss is being really creepy (i.e. He told me to have sex twice a day to make my boobs bigger. This is not workplace appropriate.)

Also, the other day I was struck with the realization that my life is filled with very sad people. First there's my mother, and then there's Pauline and also Maxine, and now there's my friend John who is hardcore into hard drugs now and looking for a way out and I decided to try and help him because look what happened to Maxine when I just sat around and "let her work it out" because things escalate, you know? But it is not easy to help people who have drug problems and self-esteem issues and I would very much like to thank you guys for being the not-sad people in my life, because life is full of tragedy and it's nice that Weird Floor is not often tragic.

So I'm off to find a job and/or discover more campaign posters.
Miss you guys.