#116: Irony - like rain on your state's election day.

I can't find my voter registration card anywhere.

I received it a few days ago and set it aside on my table, intending to cut it out from the letter it was attached to later.

It has since ka-poofed into nothingness.

I checked all my piles of little miscellaneous papers all around my room and I can't find the damn thing anywhere.

Daddykins says I can just give my name at the polling place and they'll look me up. That better be true, or else I shall be very displeased.

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In happier news, I have rediscovered Tori Amos' Little Earthquakes album.

-Reileen
yeah, I know what you think of me, you never shut up