October 8th, 2008

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Wednesday, October 8th, 2008

If you had the chance to register for a free 1ml sample of a “unique unisex cologne,” which fragrance would you choose?

  • Grease Monkey
  • The Love of Money
  • Pumpkin Spice
  • Cajun Delight
  • Burning Rubber
  • Fourth of July
  • Ash Tray
  • Magazine Pages
  • Fresh Bread
  • Hot Cookies

Again. Just… hypothetically.

I’m going with Cajun Delight. Because nothing says “sexy” like boiled crawfish.

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It is a deliciously rainy day in Nashville, and I am wearing a green, orange, and black dress with my black leather boots. In this weather and this kind of outfit, I feel more at home than I have in almost a year. It’s a good feeling, even in the face of a worsening sickness.

The Presidential Debate was held last night at Belmont University, a block from my apartment. The city was in a tizzy all day, what with picketers and ralliers and those hoping for a glimpse of a motorcade. I had been wondering where the attractive men in Nashville were hiding; a brief walk-through at the Belmont Block Party beforehand afforded me the answer. I watched the debate, and didn’t feel like there was anything said that was surprising or game-changing or “OMG”-worthy.

But I do know this: Obama is not the Antichrist, and McCain is not the Sith Lord, both of which I’ve heard them called. I’m ready for the election to be over. I know who has my vote. Until then, may God save me from the sound bite.