runround

i actually feel like writing something...so tomorrow i get to go to court for this accident i was around for that someone is fighting...lame. courtrooms are the absolute pits. uncomfortable awful wooden benches, assholes in bad ties, and there is always one terribly creepy smelly person and one crying mother. but on the upside i'm not going to have to open the deli with my evil sister in law so i guess it works out...crying smelly anything is better than her first thing in the morning, she's enough to make you wanna take a crack at do-it-yourself frontal lobotamy with a spatula.

on another note...super tuesday is over, and i'm still terrified about this election. i honestly think i might implode with horror if i watch the delegate numbers any longer. i think this one might kill me...and then i remember this is just party nominations...and i think i might have to take to my bed until november. its even worse to hear people talking about this election in my tiny lil backwards hick of a map dot...they love huckabilly...oh i mean...huckabee. i'm convinced it has more to do with chuck norris than anything else, that and the possibility of abolishing the IRS...although i'm pretty sure if you did a census in my town and people were honest not a goddamned one of them has filed taxes in YEARS...all the ones who aren't on social security, have under the table jobs, you know cause its difficult to find employment thats on the books when you're hiding from warrants for not paying child support. ok rant over...

anywho i'm gunna go fix my hair...i fucking hate roots.