electile dysfunction

I seem to be suffering from a serious case of Electile Dysfuntion. That is the inability to be aroused by any of the candidates running for office. That said, it would be folly not to vote. Then I would have no right to complain when JZ wins. Ooops, I guess I let the cat out of the bag a bit. We know who I'm not voting for.

I think it's a waste of time pretending the ANC won't win, anyway. But I'll go through the motions. If you look at the demographics of the country, then do a little math, you should arrive to the conclusion that the ANC will be in power for a while longer. It will make for an interesting few years, that's for sure. Maybe I should draw up a list of complaints so I'm already prepared by the time they confirm the votes were rigg...er, I mean the ANC won. Some peeps want to do a whole communal voting effort, but seeing as there's a station a short walk from my place which is unlikely to be crowded, I don't see the point of travelling a few burbs to make an X on a piece of paper and have some wanker dirty my hands with some ink that won't come off for a while. I'm just saying...

Any road. I'm off to East London this week. Not sure whether I should be excited. Each day will be the same; wake up to catch Cartoon Network with my bro, flip through every movie channel and be dismayed to find the lack of quality flicks on offer. Watch a rerun of some movie, then get my ass hauled off to the farm for some hard labour, and not forgetting the "'motivational" lecture on the way there. Then it's back home to catch some sitcoms while little bro gets chewed off about varsity or something. Again. Good times.

At least my last game before my sojourn east was a good one. We may have lost, but you should have seen my linebreaks! Christian Cullen-esque I tell you. I've been replaying them over and over in my head. Just when I get my shit together...