Nov. 4th Observations
My dad kissing me on the cheek and telling me to “vote well” before I left my house this morning.
An old guy by the train station who looked like a dying, disconcerted Rumsfeld staring into space.
A young blonde girl with poor posture, and not at all attractive (but still possessing the potential to become moderately good-looking if the right choices are made) wearing a red t-shirt with “Real AmeriCain” printed in white (and probably blue). She appeared embarrassed and did not make eye-contact, but stared at the ground as she walked. I wonder what her deal was.
