Saturday, October 16, 2004


So I go to the mailbox today: Bill. Junk mail. Bill. Check from pimp. Credit card offer. Bill. Absentee ballot.

OH MY GOD MY ABSENTEE BALLOT CAME BACK TO ME. After much eye-rolling over the onslaught of jokes I've gotten after announcing that I was voting in Florida, absentee, there I stood, staring down at the postmark: an Officially Disenfranchised Voter.

I don't know who to blame for this yet. It didn't look tampered with... just there and scary in my mailbox. I'm hoping it's an honest mistake by Mr. McFeeley, but that Jimmy Carter is a slippery one.

calling Jesse Jackson at

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