Well, darling ones, the results of the election are in. Charlie lost to this complete ass clown whose platform was based on his own personal work experience (which had nothing to do with the position), ideas for improving the school that he had been caught ripping off from the competition, and juveline public stunts for attention. If the guy weren't such a dick, I'd probably feel bad for the amount of stress he has to put up with when he discovers that he has no idea how to do the job. Whatever. We'll all pay for it next year and people will realize how stupid it is to vote for the guy who runs around in a suit and plays the race card for shits and giggles. Jeebus. It's student politics, you fucktard. What does race have to do with it? You're not running for the President of the United States.

I really wanted Charlie to win, but I would have been satisfied with anyone winning other than the guy who actually did. All that hard work for nothing. Charlie didn't even want to drink after we found out (which is saying A LOT). I'd already downed three vodka and seven ups while waiting for the results, but my buzz was gone.

Oh, well. People on the Student Council are already telling him to run again next year. You know it's bad when council members are pissed about the results. They were all backing Charlie in the election.

Bah.

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Forgot to mention yesterday that my love for Michael is a little tarnished. I saw him at school a few days ago, and... *sob* He was dressed poorly.

I know. Horrific, isn't it?

Not really poorly, just, like, ill-fitting jeans and a sweater two sizes too big for him. Being the superficial bitch that I am, it kind of puts a damper on my lust. Not enough to reject him completely, of course.

Still has the most utterly delightful smile. Le sigh.

On the bright side, this is further proof that he is not, in fact, married. Isn't it a wifely duty to make sure your husband doesn't leave the house looking like a hobo? No, really. One of you Christians, check the bible for me, will ya? I'd be much obliged.

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I can't believe I've had over a thousand hits on the site. Who the heck is wasting their time reading this thing (aside from like, P and my sister)?

Miss Black

Listening to: "Take Me Out" by Franz Ferdinand, who are my new religion. I'm not kidding people, you've got to check them out.

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