Last night was the Mayoral Debate that, unlike me, the Mayor actually attended.
Hey, I live in the Mission. I can see a gratis freakshow just by looking out the window.
I guess Gavin was 5 minutes late and candidates only got to talk for 30 minutes and oh my golly, the coverage is really biased.
So 3 weeks to go until my boyfriend wins this thing and honestly, who cares anymore? I’m over it. I need another scandal. And word on the street is that I just might get it.
Apparently once the election is over, Gavin’s getting engaged.
Wha? Who? Why?
Now I just get to dread the next three weeks feeling all crappy and nervous, which isn’t all that different than normal, except that I’ll have to read about stupid nuptial planning and invite lists. Just thinking about this puts a knot in my stomach. I mean, what if they start pooping* out babies with really obnoxious names and outfits? What if they do some kind of horrible photo shoot in a vineyard? What if Gavin ends up in a holiday sweater?
I simply can’t deal with the possible repercussions of this horrible decision.
But I’m telling you fine people so we can all suffer together…