Do you want to live or do you want to exist?

It's been a while since I had the opportunity to write on the bus, but I got off work a little early today and managed to get on the 106. I feel like I could go into a lengthy rant on the election, but I'm sure someone else will do it more eloquently. I do however want to point out that I am more or less disgusted at the results of the gay marraige votes. I think that is sad, and it reflects poorly on the people who live in those states.

After taking a few minutes to prevent myself from spinning off on some ill-informed and poorly executed tangent, I have decided I should discuss the pants I just bought. I thought they were grey, but it turns out they are aqua-marine. I think these may be the most ridiculous dress pants ever. I now need to purchase a tie that is equally retarded and pretend I am fashionable.

A bunch of people (my roommates and the British Petrol crew) are heading to Cowboys in approximately 45 minutes. The very same cowboys where waitresses get loans for fake boobs, and they have limits on how many minorities can come in at once. Yes I know, sounds fabulous. Either way I enjoyed my last experience at the bar (see Tequila on Halloween) and have even thought to joining them. I am a huge sell out. The siren call of alcohol and too many girls is very hard to resist.

Bah. I'm bad at decisions and I have a headache. On a plus side Louise opens this weekend and Brehon is gonna come out and pick me up. Cool.

Peace.