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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.
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