accurary - right on
precision - hitting the bullseye

Well, my sleeping schedule is fucked up right now. I should have been asleep a long time ago but I decided to get up and send in an insurance form so I can go to the fucking dentist. I lost a filling in one of my back teeth several months ago while eating chicken wings and a few minutes ago I noticed a nasty ass cavity forming on one of my front teeth on the right side.



Before that I found another gray hair in my head. I found the first one last week. They are weird gray hairs they change from brown to white. I decided to scan this one in.



I'm fascinated with my gray hair and I kind of wish it would just all turn gray. Here is a picture I made with one of the gray hair scans. It symbolizes the fading of my oddly attractiveness. Thankfully!

I just went by Forever Elmwood and filled out a job application. It's beautiful out today. I kind of hate to go to sleep but I've been up so long I can barely keep my eyes open and my belly is starting to ache.
The guy at forever Elmwood was nice and I think I might get a job if they can get the funding. Please powers that be let them get the funding! It doesn't pay much but I would get to be outdoors and get some exercise, which I really need after sitting on my ass all winter long. I can't wait to have grocery money. I can't wait to watch the flowers grow.
I worked in a greenhouse in high school. They smell so good, the dirt and the plants. It's one of the best things in the world to watch a little seed grow into a seedling and then a plant that flowers.
I wonder if teaching kids video will be as fulfilling? I think it might. I hope I get some good seeds.

I was giving thought to the whole penis measuring thing and I decided to measure my vaginal depth with my vibrator.



My vibrator was marketed toward gay men, I think, mainly because it was called the vibro dong anal probe on the package and it had a picture of a handsome necked man from behind turning his head around smiling.
Well, anyway I got about 3.5 inches with this thing, not very impressive I reckon.
It makes me reconsider sex with others even more. I mean, most dicks are well beyond 3.5 inches. I've been realizing that sex is just not worth the risk, Jesus Christ, I don't want a child! and I never get off anyway. I've had sex around 600 or so times in my life and out of those times I've had maybe 10 orgasms. I never fake either! I'm disgusted with myself. I love to talk about sex but I find sexual intercourse to be most unsatisfying. That's my fault I guess. I need to tell my partners exactly what to do but why does it matter? I know how to get myself off very well and if I can make my guy cum then what's the problem? It's a bad thing. It turns sex into a power issue which is totally fucked up.

Well, I called up my mother around 7pm to tell her, I love you Mama but I never got to it. My sister answers the phone and the first thing she says is "Scott just broke his leg on Eric's motorcycle." Scott is my oldest brother(34), Eric my 2nd oldest brother(32).
So my sister puts me on with my Dad and he asks if I found a job and says that if I don't find one I have to come home. Then he puts me on with my Mom and she asks me if I bought some groceries with the money she sent. I told her yes I have food but I'm out of money. She starts fussing about that but at the same time my brother Scott is sitting on a huge rock in my front yard and it's coming up a thunderstorm there. I tell my Mama if he's really broken his leg they should call an ambulance and I hear my Mama shout "Scott, do you want an ambulance?" My niece, Kiah, starts crying because they will not let her go outside.
So I ask to be put on the phone with Kiah and I calm her down by saying "Oh, poor baby, are they being mean to you? I'll get em. I'll give em all spankings but you and I'll give you candy." Kiah eventually calms down and tells me "Scott broke his leg." Kiah has the most adorable kid southern accent. Well, then she tells me "Poxy(cat) is here, she's not dead," and "the ducks like me." I hear my Dad in the background, he says "Scott broke his damn leg" so I say Kiah, "Did you hear Papa cuss? I remember when you used to cuss." It's true, one of Kiah's first twenty words was "Shit!" and she used it appropriately to, at not even a year old.
Well, after that my Dad gets back on the phone and says they just took Scott to the hospital. And they've gotta let me go cause it's coming up a storm and he can't afford the phone bill and they'll call and let me know how Scott is.