I realized this morning while voting that my neighborhood is not quite the Land of the Middle Aged White Man, but more Land of the Very Well Dressed Attractive Young Couples.

I had spent the night at my boyfriends and came home and decided to vote before I showered, which was a BIG mistake. Not because I smelled, but because I had a stocking hanging off of my coat and had I showered, I might have noticed it and removed it before standing in a line for 30 minutes with some of Los Angeles' most insanely well-dressed people! Score one for my fifth-grade classmate, Carlos, who called me "Goofy." Yes, Carlos, at 32, I have yet to outgrow this character asset/defect (wink, wink to all you 12-steppers...but note: there is life outside of hteJudeo/Christian tradition!)... BUT ANYWAY...WE'RE IN THE MIDST OF THE MOST IMPORTANT ELECTION OF MY LIFETIME!

SO, my mom called me with her worried old lady voice (which is weird because I'm not used to thinking of her as old) because she's afraid that Bush will win and the past four years was just the tip of the ice berg that the Titanic/US hit in 2000, the next four being the slow descent into the ice cold water. I've decided to be psychotically optimistic until the last lawyer (have I ever been so grateful to live in the Land of Lawyers? No, I have not...) rakes the Supreme Court over their own crusty coals and deems this election legit enough to keep a lazy nimwit in office. UNTIL THEN, I can't afford to not have faith that a new president will redeem our country's sorry image in the eyes of the world. SO WORLD, JUST FYI, I VOTED FOR KERRY!