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Something I will never understand is the people who are anti-sex anti-realationship.
I don't know how many of you remember this but there used to be a show called "The Pretender" It starred a man, Jarod who was stolen from his family to become a "pretender" he was brought up by the government basically and trained to just be able to pull off doing any job in the world. I often think of myself as him infact alot of people call me Jarod, I seem to be able to perform any job and pull off being anyone when I need too. I wonder if there really are jobs out there in this fucked up planet that involve that. I would definitely be first on the list.
I met another teacher yesterday, not mine, and he made me really start thinking about molecules and atoms, just little things I normally disregard. I pointed to a wall and asked him a question about something on it and he says "First off maam, that is not a wall." I was like "How not?" He replies " That is a bunch of bonds and molecules and atoms together that you just can't permeate through." Then I started thinking, (yes, ugh oh indeed) I was like water is really a bunch of molecules I am drinking, air is millions of molecules I am breathing. I got on this whole trip that never even occured to me before even though I have taken physics and chemistry. It was nice.
A few days ago I was in a naughty mood and I was heading to the bank and thought of a email I had read earlier. It said on it "20 ways to keep you INsanity" and #6 said "you could write "For sexual favors" in the memo field of all your checks. So I am not so pleased with my bank lately especially a certain someone in it and I decided that I would walk up to her teller desk and present my naughty check to her. I knew she'd be flustered and despise me even more when she read the memo. And yes I knew she would read it because she's extremely nosy...Anyways I wrote it in and walked right up to her and handed it to her. It took her all of 3 seconds to notice it and I heard "gasps" She had no idea how to respond to it. It was the hilight of my day today.
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