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I'm just a 31 year old chick from Rhode Island, married to a Canadian, tattooed, childfree, and a World of Warcraft addict. I fancy myself a photographer, or an artist, but who am I kidding - I count pills and sell drugs to junkies.

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Could you, would you, in a booth?

Today I did something I’ve never done in all my 31 years on this earth. I voted in a presidential election. I’ve been eligible to do so since 1995, but never actually registered to vote until this year. I never gave a shit, to be honest. Now, I guess it’s just because I’m - *gasp* - growing up a bit, I’m forced to give a shit about more things that I normally wouldn’t.

A major reason why I voted is simple. Eddie can’t vote here in the US. He pays his taxes like all the other good folks here do, but he can’t make a single decision about what his tax money does. He isn’t allowed to help decide who gets to make the rules. And yet, even though he can’t vote, he has followed everything about the election this year, from the first rumors of Clinton running, to the primaries, watching the debates on TV while I “watched” them on Twitter. Tonight, he’s currently camped out on the couch watching the election unfold on the news.

So today I voted. Obviously, I can’t afford to not do it, there’s too much at stake with this election. However, aside from the obvious reasons of voting, like doing my part to help keep the zombie-McCain out of office, my biggest reason for voting is that I CAN.

Now that’s fucking cold.

Pass me the axe.

Jacob Robida, the hatchet-wielding attacker at a New Bedford gay bar, had a Myspace page. As if Myspace didn’t have enough issues lately.

Breaking news….

Richard Hatch found guilty of tax evasion on his Survivor winnings. Update: He’s being held until sentencing since the court believes he’s a flight risk.

Bleh. How boring.

Taffy the Lop got delivered this afternoon, and she’s currently sitting in Subway, in a sandwich bag, to be picked up tomorrow afternoon. We took the $10 I got for her and bought sandwich steak and bread for dinner tonight, and the $10 from Violet the kitten went towards putting some gas in the car. Only 1 more night of being completely poor, and Eddie gets direct deposit on Wednesday night. Most of it will be going towards rent I think.

Pickle’s becoming more mellow lately. I pick her up when I get home and just get smothered with kisses. She’s also taken to just snuggling with us, especially snuggling with Eddie on the couch while he plays FFXI. It’s really quite cute. Tonight she spent about 15 minutes sleeping in my cleavage.

Tomorrow marks midweek. Eddie has also informed me that it’s Burns Night, and that Chris Penn died. Thankfully, there will be no haggis tomorrow, only more Kraft dinner, or maybe another steak sandwich.

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