I'm not a moron

I had to travel 30 minutes to vote in Williamsburg instead of where I live, in Clinton Hill, for filling out my own address incorrectly. Apparently having had a mental relapse when filling out the registration form I seemed to have put down Grand Street instead of Grand Avenue-- thereby placing my residence in a parking lot in Williamsburg. Hey, hobos can vote too.

Although I had already conceded to this bit of idiocy I figured I'd check the voter registration PDF I mailed in. You know, for shits and giggles. Turns out, I am not an idiot. (I know, it was news to us all)

It was right all along:


And, I am not a moron.

Almost...

September 28th will have been one year since I moved. 

And, I still miss my camera case I lost:

Today's Lesson: don't get shot.

I was about to walk up my stoop when about 200 ft. away someone was shot. I heard gunshots and then, decided I would quickly make my way indoors.

Because, I can only assume being shot is not fun.

here's an artist's rendering of my reaction:

Because I have nothing better to post...

Hi, I'm an idiot.

And, I'm ok with it.

Happy 4th... or, the 9th... whatever.

At least Uncle Bubba rememebered correctly.

Dammit, Illiteracy Wins Again!

Today sucks. You suck. The weather sucks. Let's call the whole thing off?

I think I need to go to the doctor... and I also need health insurance. Today sucks.

Avert Your Eyes

I need to deactivate my facebook account. There are plenty other things I should be doing other than looking through pictures.

I'd deactivate it-- but then how else will I waste time and be unnecessarily creepy?