Stuff

While I don't like even entertaining the idea of "Barry" with hookers, even in a far-fetched fantasy, this whole post is fucking awesome. I'm stealing the "couldn't penetrate pudding" line.

I haven't had time to finish the Palin thing this morning, and I was pretty useless after the debate. Sipping on wine and chain smoking during the entire debate (I don't smoke at all anymore, but I did last Thursday and last night - I can't explain how emotionally invested I am in this election, I'll just say I'm losing my hair again), before I knew it, I'd drank a half bottle. Back in the day that amount would barely give me a buzz, now it solidly fucks me up, so I was a Chatty Cathy and my thoughts were all over the place. Ever since I woke up I've been writing like crazy whenever I've had a few minutes. So either a couple of short essays are coming, or maybe just an extended one. Perhaps it even could turn into something elongated that I'll just have to cut an paste pieces of it. Or I could end up thinking it's such garbage that I don't want to post it, which is what happens almost half of the time. Please keep in mind, while I am capable of it, I have never preferred, nor have I ever believed I'm any good at posting short concise thoughts. I write pages at a time, it's all I know. Unfortunately, I hate most of what I write an hour after I wrote it. I've been feeling like a giant loser lately and am usually trying not to hate myself on most days, but I feel pretty great today, so I who the fuck knows.

As long as it doesn't look stupid once I get it put together, I should be posting the Palin stuff soon. I just have a lot of shit to do today, as I'm hoping to take the cupcake to see Obama in Cincinnati tomorrow-- she's asked, "Can we go see Obama?" three times in the last week -- and maybe even Palin, yes, Palin if we can afford to stay overnight. She and Obama are battling it out in Ohio the next few days. It's no secret I'm passionate about my love for Obama, but when I'm alone with my kid I can stay calm out of necessity. I just honestly don't know if I want to confuse her by taking her into that environment. As I said, racists are dangerous in numbers, and I have a big mouth. My daughter is insanely adorable (and an enthusiastic Obama supporter-she used to hiss at Clinton unprovoked, we haven't really let her watch Palin), but I won't count on that saving us. I have a lot to contemplate today. And I'm babbling again. Sorry, more later.

Correction: Never mind regarding Palin, the event Friday morning is one being held at a private home (wouldn't that be fun!), so I guess I'll miss the dickhead after all. Shame. Also, I didn't realize her running mate would be with her, I figured since McCain is burnt toast, she'd take the reins by herself in Ohio.