Goodnight World,
I could love you.
See some of y’all tomorrow.
IF you want me to see you, send me a picture of yourself.
My Vote
My name is Vernon J & I vote.
As an American Citizen that’s my Constitutional right.
As a CONCERNED Ameican it IS my duty to vote.
If you don’t agree with my vote, that is okay with me. I just hope you voted too.
But to sue me over my vote is ANTI-AMERICAN. We(Citizens of the United States of America) have earned the right to vote.
If you didn’t vote the way I voted, I’m going to respect your vote. I won’t call you names.
In this particular case the voters of Fremont HAVE spoken.
PLEASE RESPECT THE VOTERS OF Fremont.
THANKS for voting the way you believe in your heart. I support EVERYONE’S right to vote.
From Fark.com
FARK.com: (5467252) The Washington Post’s Carolyn Hax asks the question of the ages: Are you single because you’re a paragon of independence or because you’re loaded with so much baggage that nobody can stand your presence?
From Pocket Ninja
I am loaded with baggage, but it’s really fancy designer baggage with matching totes and those spinner wheels that let you pull it with equal ease in any direction. And I’ve accented the baggage with a series of cute ribbons and stickers that enable me to easily locate it on the baggage claim belt, just in case there’s somebody else carrying around the sepia-toned Ultra Slim Modern II kit. With contoured grips. Many are the days in the past when I’ve rued not having contoured grips. "Get a grip," people would say, and I’d have no reply other than to shrug and continue on whatever screaming tirade I’d already begun. But now I can just smile and point to my baggage handles: "Got it." And someday, I know, I’ll be walking down the airport hall, zooming along on the conveyor belt like I’m in some sped-up version of my own life and feeling quietly efficient and happy, and then up ahead will be a human wall, two fat tourists with their fanny packs and sagging shorts who are wedged against each other like hippos in a swamp, and I’ll slow down in the hopes that the conveyor will end before I catch up to them, but of course it won’t because it never does, and I’ll have to walk right up behind them and stand for a moment while my seething contempt builds to a boil, and I’ll be on the verge then of screaming to the ceiling YOU STAND ON THE RIGHT GODDAMNIT TO THE RIGHT but in that moment where I draw my breath I’ll look sideways and there, on the other walk, there will be another set of Ultra Slim Modern II baggage rolling along, adorned with its own ribbons and stickers and its bearer’s slim hands wrapped comfortably around her own set of contoured grips. And that…that will be the day that I vault the railing and I race forward into the flickering fluorescent light and I embrace destiny. Until then, fark off.
I’m single, & a paragon of independence, but I am looking.