Obamenon
When old friends and f***ing strangers show up just to yell about Obama being president. It’s like a reunion for people who forgot how to talk.
My uncle showed up at my house with a sign that said: 'I haven’t seen you since 2008. Let’s never forget.'
My mom called me: 'Your ex-boyfriend just texted me. He’s here for the Obamenon.'
My neighbor came over with a f***ing cake. It had 'Hope' written on it. I ate it. I didn’t feel hope. I felt sugar.