At first he used to e-mail me every day, sometimes twice a day. While he never used the L word, he told me he needed me. Repeatedly. But now that he's gotten my vote, Barack's acting all distant. No more late-night infomercials and soul-stirring monologues; just a quick shout-out here and there, which is the presidential equivalent of "I'll call you." I know he's busy appointing Cabinet members and looking for a hypoallergenic dog, but I feel like the 11th grade girl who's being left behind by her Harvard college freshman boyfriend. I'm even still wearing the T-shirt, like a varsity jacket.
I hope it's not too awkward at the inauguration.
4 comments:
ROFL!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am happy to bring a smile to your face, on your sickbed, no less!
Girl, he did me the same way. It used to be all emails and texts and twitter messages, and now...nothing. Not even anything from his boy David Plouffe. And now I find out he was saying all the same stuff to you and who knows how many others. What a player...
I had no idea Barack was such a ho! A smooth one, but, still. I feel a little used.
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