Is everyone else the nervous wreck that I am? I'm trying to ignore the election hubabaloo, after foolishly believing my fellow citizens couldn't possibly elect Arnold and Bush...Fool me four times, I'm a liberal?
Must. Flee. Country. Go eat Italian sausage and drink cocoa in Prague. I swear, I'm starting to get weird rash itching. I feel too jingle jangle jingly.
Lordy I'm tired of hoping. Hoping things will get better. Believing in people. My guy friend the other night said I was someone who always believed the best in people. But sometimes believing in people makes no difference.
I guess I'm just tired. Maybe this time if I feel we're going to lose, or I don't care, the outcome will be different? Look at me, feeling I make a difference with magical thinking.
I just feel like I need everyone I know to have a real shot at happiness and a good life. Is that so bad?