1) Um, thanks? – Compliments I have gotten lately:
“You have great veins!” – the phlebotomist when I gave blood this week. “Yes, I grew them all my own self. I am very proud.”
“You always look so happy.” – a coworker, in a tone of incredulity. “True. I find that being miserable is somewhat less fun. It’s weird, I know.”
2) I would like to announce my candidacy for the presidency of the United States. There are three eensy problems with this plan: I will not be 35 before the election, or even before the next president takes office in January 2013 (but, hey – bonus! – having some familiarity with the Constitution, I do actually know how old one needs to be in order to be President), I have absolutely no relevant experience, and I really don’t want the job. At all.
Here’s what I can bring to the table: A sense of complete disgustedness with the games that are “required” in American politics. A willingness to say, “I don’t know, but I’ll find out.” A love of Jon Stewart and The Daily Show. An inability to lie. A deep desire to just do stuff that actually benefits people, and not just to endlessly argue about hypotheticals upon which we know we can never agree.
JULIE 2012! (Please don’t vote for me!)
3) I can’t go to bed until I put the final root beer layer on the root beer float popsicles I am freezing for tomorrow. I am tired.