MY POLL NUMBERS
WHOA. Writing. On a Friday. Eating ribs. Little tired. Bladder… half empty. Hi. I haven’t had an overwhelming need to write junk that is more than 140 characters and throw it into a blog and have it live on the internet forever or until the internet goes into foreclosure in a while. Why now you ask? I legitimately had a panic attack the other day because I realized my debit card expires in October. As I could feel each beat of my heart hitting my sternum, or my ribs* (whatever bone is in front of my heart) I watched a clip of Bernie Sanders talking about poll numbers. I wrote a note “write about debit card or polls” A post about my debit card would have talked about the impending doom I’d feel once my card expires and I receive another one. Do you know how many websites and phone apps my card info is stored in? (Do I know how unsafe it probably is for me to just have disclosed that on the internet? Eh. CARPE DIEM, son) I would have to go in to each one and change my card in