Today is the day, peeps. The nation has gone stir-crazy about getting to those polls to vote! And can you blame them? You gotta get a free donut, coffee, and scoop of B&J. That's all the incentive I need, minus the coffee.
Weird--donuts and ice cream are quite possibly two of my favorite things in the world...food wise, you know.
So is the world counting on my specific vote? Why else would they lure me to the polls with such temptations?.
Very weird, if you ask me. Which you didn't. But who cares?
Not me.
I haven't voted yet, but that's because I'm at work and I had a lot of shizz to do today, including writing this blog. But I will vote for sure. At 2. Today. It's a historic day, potentially, and this is a historic post...
Well, it's a post nonetheless. But this blog is the shizz! Right?
I think so.
Are you still reading?
If so, good, because I have a story:
So last night for some weird reason, during a dream, the song "We Built This City" was playing like a broken record in my head, BUT, the part that kept repeating was something like this, "my pony plays the mamba, listenin to the radio..."
Now, I don't know if those are the actual lyrics, BUT apparently I needed to know them at that very moment, at whatever time of night it was which, I really have no idea because I didn't even look at a clock. But what's weirder is that I vaguely remember opening my laptop to try and Google the lyrics...mind you I'm SLEEPING while I'm doing this. I don't know if anything was accomplished at that moment but I do know my computer is in one piece...I didn't like drop it or anything and completely disregard the whole event.
FLASHBACK!
Back when I lived at my parents' house I made my bedroom out of a section of the basement. I cleaned the basement up, painted the walls (including the ceiling) and like, made it the coolest room known to mankind. I also had a ferret at the time named Charlette. Why I had a ferret, I have no idea, but I had one and she was the sweetest little thing ever. Anyway, so I was sleeping one night in my bed and apparently Charlette got out of her cage somehow and was playing around in my room. I was unaware of this, I was sleeping. You get the idea. Anyway, Charlette must have crawled up into my bed to like...snuggle with me? I'm not sure what her intentions were. But, it couldn't have been a worse time to do so because I specifically recall having a horrible nightmare about a spider crawling under my clothes and up to my neck. I freaked out and, in a moment of bravery, grabbed the spider and threw it across the room.
Well, that "spider" just so happened to be my beloved ferret Charlette. I didn't connect the ideas/perpetrators until I heard a "noise"...a big ka-thunk made by something that hit the wall across the room. I looked over, and sure enough, there goes Charlette running for dear life. The range of emotions I went through when I realized what I had just done went from sheer terror to utter remorse and endless guilt. If anything though, I was simply relieved to see that she was up and moving...god knows I wouldn't have been. She apparently went unhurt and unbothered by the traumatic event, thankfully...but if she would have tried to bite me every time I went to pick her up I would have understood, completely. She didn't though. She was sweet.
Now, where was I before this flashback occurred? Um...oh yeah, lyrics. OK, I'm going to stray from this blog window to a new IE window so I can Google the lyrics to the song. Be back in a flash...
Back. OK, so I was close. It's:
Marconi plays the Mamba,
Listen to the radio
Don't you remember?
We built this city,
We built this city on rock and roll!
Oh, so it's Marconi playing the mamba, not my pony. OK.
But what the bleep is a Marconi?
Back to Google, bear with me...
OK, so apparently Marconi is a guy that invented the radio or, at the very least, the radio antenna (depends on who you ask, I guess)...anyway, something around those lines. But why is he playing the mamba?
But wait, what the bleep is a mamba? Isn't that a dance?
Hold.
A mamba is a highly venomous snake. The black mamba, rather. Marconi was a freak, playing that mamba when it very well could have killed him!
But I guess that's a testament to his bravery, playing with mambas. I hope it wasn't mamba #5 though!
Oh...mambo #5. My bad.
BARACK THE VOTE!
