Last night I rewatched the entire debate in my dreams, start to finish, the only difference being that Bob Schieffer was a minotaur. Yeah. Either I've been spending too much time watching PBS (entirely possible) or the vodka was a bad idea (more likely). At least the fuzzy sense of well-being kept me from crying or kicking my TV during critical moments. :D?
Speaking of alcohol, in a few days I will legally be allowed to drink it. *kermit arms* It's weird sometimes to realize I'm so young when I feel like a crotchety nana croaking at the news stations about the good old days. Whatever, I'm excited. And I have no idea what the hell to do to celebrate, since no plans are forthcoming. Ideas?
In other news: Ted Nugent, you're a peach.
( Uncle Ted said journalists are mostly "left wing, f****** hippies" who have never—not once—represented him fairly. He called Claire a wench with an agenda. After that, things only got more interesting. )
Right. Okay.
Speaking of alcohol, in a few days I will legally be allowed to drink it. *kermit arms* It's weird sometimes to realize I'm so young when I feel like a crotchety nana croaking at the news stations about the good old days. Whatever, I'm excited. And I have no idea what the hell to do to celebrate, since no plans are forthcoming. Ideas?
In other news: Ted Nugent, you're a peach.
( Uncle Ted said journalists are mostly "left wing, f****** hippies" who have never—not once—represented him fairly. He called Claire a wench with an agenda. After that, things only got more interesting. )
Right. Okay.