The Voting Game
Yesterday, I played the voting game.
The objective: Make your way to your polling place, convince the poll workers that you are not an absentee voter, and cast your ballot.
The rules: avoid people carrying signs, people carrying megaphones, and people claiming to be incumbent congressional candidates.
The prize: a shiny “I Voted” sticker.
Wednesday’s forecast: At least they brought the stickers back.
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“dusty rusty crusty musty ass california hills”
“frowning in plaid (haunted radios, bird bones + anthropomorphized wind)”
“warming my hands on bridges i’ve burnt”
“songs that make me see god”
“My Playlist #236”
“classy wine moment and intellectual conversation”
“90s heroin chic model off duty”
“tweet tweet bird emoji map emoji”
“not my circus, not my monkeys”
“a grave is probably cheaper than an apartment”
“ATE THESE BITCHES LEFT NO CRUMBS / DID IT IN DESIGNER PUMPS”
