Caterwauling

Ah, Election Day. The big draw here is that I vote at the fire station across the street that’s on the ocean. Because, hot firemen.

This year I have zero passion about it. I always vote. Always. This year, meh. *shrug* *coin flip* Charlie Crist or Rick Scott? Tweedledum or Tweedle-Hates-Women? Oh wait …

I used to be as blue or yellow or whatever dog a Democrat as it gets. And I would never say I’m a Republican or, worse, a Libertarian these days.

But while my leanings aren’t changing, I do feel the ground upon which I so firmly planted my feet shifting.

It’s kind of like when you get into your occasional sexuality struggle. It’s like, let’s face it, women are hot and they know how to please. But then you realize you crave cock too much and even the battery-operated kind just won’t do it.

Oh, wait, not everybody goes through that every couple of years? Never mind then. 😉

It keeps wandering off …

“In the morning when you wake up
I like to believe you are thinking of me
And when the sun comes through your window
I like to believe you’ve been dreaming of me

Dreaming mmm mmm

I know
’cause I’d spend half this morning
Thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in

I should know
’cause I’d spend all the whole day
Listening to your message I’m keeping
And never deleting.”

— Birdy, “Tee Shirt”