At the end of last semester I got rid of my debit card after I ran up $450.00 in bounces. I've been writing out checks for five months now and I'm understanding why so many people have debit cards. I'm always given a hard time because my drivers license was issued in Georgia so I've started to carry my passport with me as well and my UB card.
The only place I ever go to write checks is Walgreens. Pretty much every time it takes around 10 - 15 minutes to make a simple exchange. The cashiers always have to call in their managers. Last night when I went in my check would not go through. When I got home I called a number they gave me and the person I talked with apologized to me for not accepting my check and told me she would put me on checking V.I.P. or something like that.
Today I went back to Walgreens, ready to write another check and the lady told me that I'm not allowed to purchase cigarettes with a check. WHAT the FUCK? I mean, I just don't understand that they were going to let me last night. Why is it that people can use their debit cards to purchase cigarettes and I can't write a fucking check? On man, that cashier sucks so bad, she's fat and ugly and has a monotone voice teamed with a lack of expression. After that I'm like OK well, I need the tampons so whatever. Then she tells me she has to call over the manager because my license is out of state. There is some guy standing in line behind me who is just has one item. I get all pissed and tell the lady to just forget it. Then I get home and realize that I left my blank check laying on the counter so I have to go back and make sure no one took it.
I'm frustrated because I really need tampons, cigarettes, and medicine for cramps.

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.