They had the presidential debate on the multitude of TV's we have at work. I seem to be falling ill, as the statements issuing from Obama and McCain came across as just a series of muddled monotones; their only differentiating features a change of pitch and reverb.
"Wah, wahwahwah, wah wah wah," says Obama.
"Waah. Wahwahwahwahwah, wah wah," replies McCain.
I scratch my head, which at this point feels like a fishbowl replete with carp.
"So, what do you think Geoff? Do I detect a rant coming on?" says one of my co-workers, winking slyly.
"I think... I think it's time for me to be going home," I reply, deflecting the notion. I could rant. I could fucking spit, but really. This isn't the time for my diatribes. I'd rather just say "Hey, I did my part. Whatever else happens, fuck it and see."
And then I will look on perplexed, as people begin manically fucking everything in sight. So it goes.
Everybody should vote for me.
ReplyDeletelike charlie brown and all the older people sounding like that.
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