Tonight I'm drinking pink milk. It's a holdover from childhood when I wasn't very impressed with chocolate milk (or any type of chocolate, really). I still love pink milk with an absurd passion. It got me through my junior year in college--though milk was scarce at times because my roommate was/is terribly fond of dairy.
While drinking pink milk, I was thinking that I'm glad the election is over. I've got a wide variety of folks I hang out with and having them bickering politics over their beers sucks. This sort of beer-fueled debating would be obsolete if everyone just drank pink milk and became Independants.
After years of bouncing politically (great band name) from third-party to third-party, I finally became an Independant. I'm always amused by the assumptions made about third-party people. Really, if Libertarians are just like Republicans and the Green Party folk are really Democrats, don't you think they would, I don't know, register as those main parties? I've been Libertarian and in the Green Party and never felt moved to join in a big party. And I firmly believe that Independent means you need to do your research. It doesn't mean I'm undecided. Too bad the phonebots these past few weeks didn't agree. Assumptions. Hmm.
As I've had to sit through a great many rants these past few weeks, I'm thinking an evening home (after multiple rehearsals) with my pink milk is enough social contribution from me. Chris pointed out that I continuously get into situations where I'm the "shunned outsider" (another great band name). Being an independent is just another step on that road. I suppose drinking pink milk could be, too. Now where's that accordian...
An Erinku:
frozen
toe-tips
radiate cold
through sock
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