- Later -
So I voted for Obama. Perhaps he's not the bestest choice on the ballot, but he's got the best chance of getting elected and affecting change. Talked with mom about it. She's convinced he's going to win, but only begrudgingly so, it seems. She's also convinced he's going to be taken out quite quickly. Kennedy got three years. Mom thinks Obama will get three days. I'm not worried. Long live the king. Oops.
Speaking of Kennedy, Christy had a few Obama speakers...I mean speakers*...goddammit - stickers that were dropped off by some local artists. One of them was eerily reminiscent of Kennedy's presidential portrait. I didn't particularly care for that one. Visually, it was the best, as the others were goofy and cartoonish, but the aura of the thing was morbid.
Speaking of Christy, I noticed that pretty girls don't elicit the same reaction from me as they once did. Instead of fucking the blond Russian in my mind like I would usually do (the one that Jeff got to wait on - the lucky little bastard), I was struck by a loneliness. Pretty girls make me miss my girlfriend.
- Even Later -
Mike is finally getting out of Decatur. Watkins is down tonight to take him to Chicago tomorrow morning. He has no means of returning as of yet. It's not a permanent move yet, but the wheel is finally turning. It's two years too late, but it's turning.
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