Here's a little(huge) story about my voting trip.

First of all, the last time I voted was four years ago. Besides the fact that I completely purged my brain of the experience the moment bush was announced as the winner, feeling like an utter failure even though my state swung blue... that was a fuckin long time ago. Thus leading to my first problem... where did I register to vote?

You see... I've had quite a few addresses. And I can't remember WHEN I registered. Was it when I turned 18? When I was in college? My first address? Second? Third? Etc. So I just assume... vote where I voted last. So there I went. With all three addresses for that city in mind. I was wrong the first time. And thankfully right the second, which only required me to walk around the corner.

I walked up, gave my name, and shockingly...to me anyway... that was good enough. How did they know I was Kimberly Kane. How did they know I wasn't voting for someone else in some scheme to secure Obama in his spot? Well, accordinging to picture two, that bitch clearly has more important things to worry about.

I took my ballot, walked to my booth, which was more shakey than california during an 8.9 earthquake. Read the instructions. Perfected my circle in the hole next to Barack Obama. Checked it a milli times. Then did eenie meenie miinie moe on the rest of the candidates...and voted no on anything that asked me to approve millions of dollars for nothing.

I'm not gonna lie. I tried peeking at other peoples votes while waiting in line to submit my ballot... and looked away when caught doing so. I mean COME ON stand up for what you believe in. Jerks.

So. Now...the wait begins. lovingly-kimmie ka pow