Just the other day, I was heading into the grocery store to stock up on soda and ice cream when I was sidelined by a guy with a toothy smile asking me to sign some sort of petition. I made the mistake of saying, “Oh, I’m not registered to vote in this city yet” – yeah yeah, not the best response. As soon as the careless words tumbled from my mouth it was like he saw me in a new light. Whereas before I was just another face he was trained to throw the usual spiel at, now I had become a confirmation of his necessity… the very reason he was standing in the shade sweating profusely. It was citizens like me who drove him to get up, adorn his ill-fitting suit, and solicit participation in the Democratic process. Yes! Not only could he get me involved “in the system”, but he could grant me the right to complain over the current state of affairs. And if there’s one thing I value in the world (aside from an impressive Anime collection), it’s the right to complain.
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Random things for the rest of the weekend:
When I have annoyed my husband to death he’ll ask, “Are you fucking serious?!” I usually reply with, “No, I’m Jillian.”
I do this for two reasons: 1) I know it pisses him off; and 2) I genuinely think it’s funny.
Whatever, it IS funny.
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For a brief period I had gotten into the habit of randomly saying, “Well, it’s about that time…” People would always respond with, “About what time?” to which I would reply, “Oh nothing, I just like saying that.”
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How’s this for a title theme, eh? Part Harry Potter, part Oprah ( SHE can put HER name on everything, why can’t I?) Aren’t you glad February is only 28 err… 29 days long?
I like grocery shopping. It’s a great feeling to stroll aisles heavily laden with food, picking and choosing whatever the hell I want. Do I need this? Oh, I haven’t tried this before. OMG… I gotta buy this. Grocery shopping makes me happy and it makes me feel grown up. Yes, I am the captain of the cart. Me! I choose what we’re having for dinner and dammit, it’s whatever flavor ice cream I say it is. I can do that, because I’m the captain.
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