Fuck you, America. Fuck you, Bush and Cheney. And a big fuck you goes out to Ohio. I hate this state. Fucking. Hate. It.

I'm getting the hell out of here, I'm going to a fucking cilivilized country where they do not send their children off to war, where they worry about the environment, where they respect a woman's right to choose or a man's desire to marry another man. I am going to a country that will value me for what I can offer rather than ply me with assurances that there won't be a draft and that the economy will be a-ok when I get out of school and start looking for a job.

This is not my president, this is not my America, this is not my state, and the intense hatred and anger I am feeling right now cannot be put into words.

I stood in line at the polling place for three hours. I missed Econ (yay!), I got to sit around and talk to Kara (yay!) and I read a trashy Harlequin Romance novel which was entitled "Pit of Fire" (yay!).

Now I am sitting here putting off my paper and pondering if I should volunteer for the OC Dems and drive people to the polls. It's raining, so the Dems are going to have issues mobilizing their constituency. Maybe if I finish this paper and grab some lunch, that's what I'll do.

Josh, one day we should have sex on Election Day, right after someone gives their concession speech. I bet you five dollars it would be extra super hardcore sex. Mmmmm for my conservative lover.

I'm going to pee my pants with happiness when Bush reads his concession speech.

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If I had my car, I would take my midterm, then drive up to NIU and climb into your bed. If you were in your room, I'd say "surprise!" and if you weren't I'd write you a note and put it on your desk. If you were in your room, I'd give you the longest, deepest kiss of your entire life and if you weren't, I'd dream that I was giving that kiss to you.

Waking up to thunderstorms (which, by the way, I believe were your thunderstorms last night) makes me horny. BUT ALAS, I must study for my history midterm! And I get to go hommmeee tomorrow!

Erika and I were discussing serial killers the other day (like always) and we came across an interesting statistic: you are 99.99% likely to be killed by something other than a serial killer.

Then I started thinking about birth control and how it works 99.9999% of the time. So basically, it's more likely that I will be killed by a serial killer than get pregnant while I'm on birth control (if I take it correctly). I don't know if that statistic is comforting or disturbing. Maybe I'll take statistics next semester (NO MORE ECON EVER) and then bring that up one day in class. It will probably qualify as a TMI moment, but seriously, you have to consider these things.