Ah well, I was not successful in my run for House District Chair for the 87th district. Not that big of a deal, but a little. The vote was 12 to 11, if only I had stacked the room a little more. Ha. As a consulation prize they made me vice-chair. I've never met the guy who became chair. He's not been involved in county or state functions though I'm not entirely sure he's bad since he's involved with Dean for America. I think he was recruited to run by John Morgan, who ran for representative out of our district. Mr. Morgan does not seem to like me very much and has said not-so-nice things about me to another political acquiantance. I really do not care what the man thinks but please, if you are going to slander me at least make it interesting. Tonight I was pleasant and actually went up to Mr. Morgan and his wife to say hello. I held out my hand to her and she gingerly shook it, literally turning her head so she wouldn't have to look at me. He did the same thing. Talk about lame--you can't even make eye contact with me??!! If I had known they were going to react that way I would have spit in my hand before I offered it to them. Rachel Cooties.
Anyhoo, I'm good with vice-chair and I'll bring just as much to the table as I had planned as chair. It's the "politics" part that gets me. I should be used to it by now but it still amazes me how childish people can be. You know what Mr. Morgan, if you have a problem with me then it's just that---YOUR problem. Being bitter about losing the race helps no one and only hurts your reputation. So there.
Wish I could remember who sings that "I'm a loser baby" song....it's running through my head right now.
To quote my dear friend Chance, "be bitter, it helps."
peace!
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It's Beck. And you are not a loser. The "L" stands for "lesbo".
Mr. Rabbit, you have such a delicate way with words. You should be a teacher or something.
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