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PSA: To my fellow lazy or wandering Americans,

Are you living away from the address at which you are registered to vote? Are you too lazy to get off the couch on election day?


Originally posted by hobolunchbox

I’ve never actually voted in person, because I’ve been in college and grad school, and I’ve never bothered to change my registration (for various reasons, including refusing to become a citizen of a state where human rights don’t seem to matter *cough* TEXAS *cough*). So, I fully endorse voting by mail. It’s so easy and painless. I have friends that do this, too, just because they don’t have time to make the trek to a polling place or wait in line.

“Wait, how do I even register? Maybe I already am registered? I don’t knowwww.”

Go here or to one of the other 5,000 websites that can help you register.

“Ughhh, but voting by mail sounds complicated. How do I do that?”

Do you know what Google is? Google is your friend. Seriously. Just type “how to vote by mail” into Google, and a nifty widget has ALL THE ANSWERS. Use the drop down menu to choose your state. Some counties will have online applications that make things easier (like I personally use the online Los Angeles County application that takes 30 seconds to fill out).

“But I’m homeless. Can I still vote?”

YES, YOU CAN. YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO VOTE. This website has all the info you need.

“Ok, I did it. What now?”

Please reblog this! Make your friends do it! Stay informed! Eat some pizza!

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.