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:: 7.29.2004 ::

So I started this new bank account and got the complimentary check book full of five different kinds of checks that I can eventually choose from to reorder.  This is a fucking problem.  Apparently the only people who like to write checks are six-year-olds and people who like babies dressed up in flower pots.  If there is anyone out there who would like a $1 check from me and won't judge me based on the paper it is written on and doesn't mind Scooby-Doo, Anne Gedes, fuzzy woodland animals, or floral prints, let me know.  I just don't want my electric company thinking I'm a wuss.

"On candystripe legs spiderman comes.  Softly through the shadow of the evening sun..."

:: Freddy F. at 10:51 PM [+] ::
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