The Polls - What a Crock

I know we can't believe the polls but we do.  They were having a discussion about some pollsters who are right leaning that are being accused of distorting the numbers.  That sounds about right.  

We go by them and we freak out.  I think how can that be?  How can be that this man is ok with half the country?  I know that's the case, but damn.  It's so frustrating and sad to think that people think something like Project 2025 is ok.  It's caused a lot of despair for many of us.

My cousin has been too depressed to talk to my mom and my mom has had to talk her off the ledge about the election.  That shouldn't be the case for anyone where they feel like their life is over.  I felt that way on election night 2020.  I went to bed crying thinking that I'm going to die.  I won't be able to afford anything and I'll get sick again.

Well the affordability part came true, but I don't blame the current administration.  That's just greed.  And someone wanting to start a clothing line.  Insert my eye roll emoji

Precious wants her window open. I would if it wasn't so cold.  Maybe later.  Poor kitty.  She's sitting next to me looking depressed.  It'll be ok, kitty.  My sweet tiger.

I start my new program on Friday with a big ass withdrawal.  Hopefully this is the last time I have to borrow from savings.  I confessed to my mom I just wasn't making it.  She knew I was doing the program after my Monday meltdown at Target, I told her that I had to keep borrowing out of savings to pay the bills at the middle of the month because the payments were too high.  Now they're starting to come down.  Little too late for me and I'm ok with doing what I'm doing.  I'll have more money to help her.  I don't care if I got six months without getting my hair colored.  I'm 56.  I earned that right.  The eyebrow thing?  Well, nobody likes to have one eyebrow but I can space that out.  I'm not vain.  I just don't like having one eyebrow!  Or looking like I'm Bert and Ernie's grandma.  

How did I get to the polls to Bert and Ernie?  My mind is messy this morning.  

It'll be ok.  It has to be.  

Have a good day good humans.  I'm going to unmess my mind.

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