I tell you what, I just could not be more bored or over this flipping election. And before you yell at me about not being interested in the running of this country, I just think this particular election, is like watching a model act. Or seeing my mother drive…you know, they’re going through the motions, but they ain’t doing it well. Do either parties really know what they’re doing?
Initially I found it kind of funny hearing how they’d slag each other off in their campaign ads, but now I’m just bored. I find name calling really exhausting, but they seem to genuinely love it.
People have been asking me if I’m disappointed that the election has fallen on the same night as my 40th birthday party, and I’m totally confused as to why I would be?
Do I honestly appear as the type of girl that would might sit at home watching hours worth of election lead up to the final outcome? I’d rather stick pins in my eyes. Give me the paper the next day, and I’ll deal with the outcome then.
Maybe it’s actually because I’ve turned 40 that I’m expected to invite my friends around for bits of Kabana and cheese, and 12 or so glasses of Cockatoo Ridge while we see in – through semi crossed eyes, the new PM.
But no, I won’t be giving a rat’s arse about it taking away from my big night. I can’t do anything at this late stage about either of these non-inspiring, slightly annoying two options. I will be dancing, carrying on like a twit and talking about anything BUT the election.
My goodness I am sounding just a tad on the tired and emotional, slash bitter and twisted side, but please understand that the way I see it, no matter what comes of this Sunday morning, I am going to wake up with a hangover, and will be rolling my eyes at whoever wins they race. So both parties, put down your bloody hard hats, and construction site fluro jackets, cause I for one have had a gutful seeing you in them.
Oh yeah, and move away from the baby…..I’ve trained her to bite.