Is it November yet?

You guys, when Mitt Romney was in college, he was just like me -- he couldn't afford to go full-time and could only afford to take as many classes as his meager financial aid would allow, he was behind on pretty much every single bill, he had a peanut butter sandwich for at least one meal a day to stretch the few groceries he could buy, and I'm sure he had plenty of moments like I'm having right now where I can't sleep because I'm trying to figure out where to get gas money so I can go to class tomorrow night. I know! I'll sell some stock!

*seethes*

I seriously don't know how I'll last through the rest of this election without locating the Romneys, dipping them in fish food, and feeding them to kiddie pools full of piranhas, I really fucking don't.

(This rant brought to you by Trying To Read Tumblr/Twitter/Buzzfeed In An Attempt to Tire Myself Out And Just Pissing Myself Off Over RNC Coverage. Sheesh.)