Vote or Cry

what a stew i have created for a tuesday. tuesday stew! stewsday (you saw that coming)!!!

first of all, vote it out. whatever your beef/tofu is, vote it out.

secondly, i will not be voting it out. i didn't register in time, and therefore am a textbook example of the DON'T DO THIS pictures put up in public places like:

Don't Litter

courtesy of Flickr and belletrist9

Don't Loiter

courtesy of Flickr and chrystianss

Don't Not Vote

courtesy of Flickr and nicolasking

anyway, yes, i am miserably sorry about it and i'll go sit in the corner later. actually my cube is a corner so i'm sitting in the corner all day today and will be tomorrow and ever after...

so i showed up massively late to work because i overslept and my boss says, "i'm hoping you arrived late because you voted." and i said "unfortunately not. more like i was dreaming about some landscapers who hired themselves to remove the excess wildlife from my backyard." yes i dreamed that my backyard was infested with moose, hyenas and small black lab pups and some men came and ran them all out with a variety of gardening supplies. and no, backyard is not innuendo in these circumstances.

well now that i've shared the contents of my dream, i hope i've sufficiently bored you all. the chief perp when it comes to "you had to be there" stories that no wants to hear is recounting your dreams. i hate to say it but it's true.

unrelated to any of the above, i've decided to start calling people i have problems with "perps."