And all you ever did was wr-e-e-eck me.

So Im very bad at not letting boys pay for me.

I want to get better at it.

A big part of this is making more money so the offer isnt so damn inciting.

Ive never been good at the situation.

Let me tell you, I know what Robin Thicke means when he says he "hates those blurred lines"
I hate when Im hanging out with a boy and he buys me food.


My eye balls get all big and I start calculating whether this is now a date or not, and then I have to try and pick apart whether he has a crush on me or not and then I have to look within my soul and see if I like him back,and then I have to decide weather he would be a good father to our children, and if he would support my decision to NOT have a television in the bedroom,  all for a slice of pizza.


And that all happens in that split second our eyes meet after the waiter sets down the check.

And we both start talking over each other about "Who's got it"

And I never have cash to split my half. Or pay the tip.

Then he pays for me.


And then I make some joke about how I dont owe him sex.


Guys that entire scenario was not made up.


I really said "I don't owe you sex."






So. I have decided Im going to just alleviate all this by asking for a separate check as soon as I place my order. No dispute. No blurred lines. No future nights falling asleep with the TV on.



So last night Im out with a really good friend of mine, who is a male.
We go to Applebees, cuz its half off appetizers, and I order my classic buffalo wings bone in and say "And can we have this on separate checks please?


The waitress goes "Wait, you aren't on a date?!"


http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/188d3y9e88nq2gif/ku-medium.gif


This is the same boy who I was out with the night previous and BECAUSE I WAS WEARING A DRESS. andhewasinasportscoatandtie everyone kept asking if we were on a date. And by everyone, I mean complete strangers. I was so pissed. I just wanted to wear a dress.
Eventually I gave up fighting it and deemed it a date.
He was a great date, tho.




Have you ever stood under a moving train (it was on a bridge) that you ran in heels to catch?

I dont think so


Although, I did have to hold my tounge when the girl taking our orders said "Im all for womans rights but,ITS A DATE, HE HAS TO PAY"




IM GETTING AWAY FROM THE POINT.

So Im already annoyed that a female cant be out with a male without it being a date.

This ho waitress says "Wait, you aren't on a date?"


This poor boy looks at me and I turn to the waitress and say

"No, well, we used to date, and then we broke up. This is actually our first time hanging out since the break-up.Its kinda uncomfortable"

DUMB THING!
What was her motivation to ask that.


Possible outcomes:

• YES: "Its our first date and its incredibly awkward."
• NO: "I really have no feelings for this boy,even tho he wishes I did."

Seriously, what was a good outcome for her?

"Yeah we are on a date but I have this problem where I pay for meals with my vagina instead of my own money.So Im trying to cut back on it..."

She instantly freezes, feeling so awful.

Which is what I intended.

Of course Im with the nicest boy ever, and he and I reassure her that's not the case and we were just joking.

She then hated us for the rest of the night.

BUT SHE DIDN'T HATE MY NOT-DATES BEST FRIEND WHO WAS LITERALLY THE APPLEBEE'S CELEBRITY.

thats a story I dont even have the finger strength to type. 

I literally spent DAYS coming up with how to handle that situation. And that dumb piece of garbage just throws it all away.

THE WHOLE POINT OF ME SPLITTING THE CHECK WAS SO WE NEVER HAD TO DEFINE IF IT WAS A DATE.

ugh,such rage.

she was awful.

Make a big noise.

Today in Human sexuality we watched the Documentary Lets Talk About Sex


I know I'm a documentary pusher. I know I throw them your way. But honestly. This documentary is a direct reflection of my opinion on the connotation of sex here in the states.


I'd strongly suggest you watch the documentary before you read this blog post.

I can not convey strongly enough how much every single person in the united states NEEDS to watch this.



The documentary talks a lot about how for such a sexual culture (ads, tv, etc) that we are so sexually uneducated. Sexually Uneducated in the sense that sex or sexuality is frightening. We use scare tactics with our children. We teach them "Just wait until your married" even though WE didnt. We find condoms in our children's room and think confiscating them will fix the problem.


Parents are only using the tools they were given. Tools from parents who were just as uncomfortable and awkward as they are.


Guys. Its not working.

Thinking your kid is NOT included in the outrageous statistics of kids who loose their virginity before 18 is a serious danger.


Parents think these statics of teen sex and teen pregnancy and teen abortion come from another demographic, another part town ,another religion.

No, its your daughter.

Its your daughter who goes to church every Sunday  and signed a virginity pledge who lost her virginity at a party to someone she had just met.


And its your daughter who is too scarred out of her mind to talk to you.
So she is talking to her 16 year old best friend, who knows at little as she does.


And Im not going to stop talking about it because it makes you uncomfortable or it makes you question my promiscuity or it makes your 13 year old daughter ask questions.


Why is it so hard for a parent to talk to their child about sex?

Because society says it is.

Because we are all told its awkward.

Which is why it is.




Because we've all been told ITS BAD and ITS DANGEROUS and ITS SPECIAL and DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT and if you do think about it GO TAKE A SHOWER AND PRAY THAT YOU CAN STOP THINKING ABOUT IT


I have a friend who said "If my mom wouldn't have taken the time to talk about sex,even when its awkward, all I would know about sex is what I see on TV"


Do you want your kids learning about sex from TV SHOWS?!?!!?


You know how most kids find out about sex?

Google.

They google their questions.

Because mom and dad think if they don't talk about it, kids wont have questions.


And its not media marketing or the way your classmates dress that make you want to have sex.
Its the fact you are a human.


Parents think if they keep their kids away from all of that it wont be an issue.


Children don't develop their reproductive systems by watching TV or hearing the word SEX.

I refuse to conform with american society in saying  this subject is too taboo to talk about. Because its not.


YES its special
YES it comes with unimaginable responsibility and consequences
YES there is potential for danger



Your kids are having Sex.
Do they know about pre-ejaculate?
Do they know that 80% of  sexually active people have HPV?
Do they have the confidence to ask if their partner has been tested?
Do they feel too ashamed to buy condoms?


Does your daughter have the confidence to say no?



Everyone told me "Dont loose your virginity before your married, like I did, you'll regret it.Trust me"
"Just stop sleeping over at his house. Dont have sex"


No one told me why Id regret it. No one told me anything but not to do it.

So when I did DECIDE do it, I was completely unprepared.
We thought if we didnt buy condoms, we wouldnt have sex.
So we had unprotected sex, because when the time came....neither of us had one.
And I had no idea that pre-ejaculate existed.
I was an 18 year old mormon girl.
Where was I going to get a condom?
Behind the locked cage at Safeway?
And then I told my young dumbass friends, who told me I was going to get pregnant if I didnt go take Plan B.

So then I drove my self to CVS and sheepishly asked the pharmacist for it.
I payed the 60 dollars which almost cleared out my checking account
I skipped my English 101 class and sat at my boyfriends dinner table with a sandwhich and a glass of water starring at the pill with tears in my eyes.
I took the two pills and threw the container away in someone else's trash can, so none of his family would see it.


I went home and slept. and slept. and bled. and cried. a lot.

I cried because I was terrified.
Because I had no idea what was happening in my body, or if Id just killed a baby.
I cried because I knew I wasnt going to marry this person.
I cried because I had just ruined my worth.
I cried because I had no one to talk to.


I cried because 60 dollars is a lot of money.

The next day I told my mom.
I had told her we had unprotected sex and that I'd taken Plan B and was afraid of the hormones Id put in my body.
My mother soothed the myths from my mind and reassured me she loved me. She offered suggestions of how to practice safe sex.
She told me not to tell my dad.

Who was quick to figure it out.

I have always been ridiculously grateful for the relationship that created with my mother.
I confided in her many more times about sex and birth control and relationships.
I had someone to answer any questions I chose to ask.
I didnt have to sneak around to find birth control
I didnt have to lie and say I was sleeping at my best girlfriends house.




She never once judged me or told me Id regret it.


We were past the point of prevention. It was time for upkeep.



Months before, I casually brought up that things were getting pretty serious with myself and this boy. And if I was to have sex with him if she would want to know.
She answered me "That is none of my business. But if you feel comfortable telling me, Id like to know"

So I did.
I upheld my end of the deal,and she with hers.



Why did I do all of this.
Because sex isnt something to take lightly.
I was making grown up decisions which undoubtedly came with their grown up consequences.
I wasn't like my friends who were hiding their birth control and saying they were sleeping at my house.

Out of a class of 30 people , I was one of 3 to tell my parents about my first sexual encounter.
Kids dont talk to their parents about sex. I was the exception. Not the rule.

And I still am.

Stop teaching your kids its bad. Stop teaching your kids not to ask questions. Stop teaching your kids to be ashamed of their body parts.


Because 18 years of opinion doesn't go away in one night just because a ring is on your finger.


And if you are someone reading this with questions, I genuinely hope you find the courage to a) stand behind your calculated decisions and b) find someone safe to confide in.

And if you cant find anyone safe, you are MORE than welcome to confide in me.

There's a limit to your love

Today a man came through my line with a tiny pink tricycle.


He said "Its not for him" gesturing to his tiny son.


I had over heard his mother say while pushing him around in it "We are getting it, and I don't care that's its pink, he likes it"



As the man  handed it to me to scan, I replied "Im a sociology major. This doesn't weird me out."




 How heart breaking this total stranger felt the need to defend his purchase for his infant son to me.

There's no denying the mess that I got us in

Did you know people at work think I'm ugly?


The other day this Regular comes in and asked me if I was Mormon.

I replied "I am not, but I was raised Mormon. How did you know?"


"Because the way you do your hair. And your fingernails. And your dirty shoes."

I don't put much effort in at work.


And by much I mean none.


I never wear my hair down, and I probably use about 1 cent of make up on my face....


I hate painting my nails.
I do probably about 3 times a year.


I never use nail polish remover either.

So they get all chippy and yes, ghetto.


I also wear these hideous generic shock running shoes.

but they are like a bassinet for my feet.



So sum it up.
I look like garbage at work because Im there to work, not impress men. or women.


I get that.


But what I didnt know is that people  honestly think I'm ugly all the time.

Like Ill off-handledly mention how some guy hit on me last night, or that I went up and got some guys number somewhere...


And they think I'm telling a joke.


Like "Oh Britanee. She's funny, at least."



Today I put on lip stain and wore my hair down.
And removed my chipped nail polish.

the same regular came in and said "Are you wearing make up?"

"No" I said as I handed him back his receipt


He saw my now clean nails and smirked.


He said "You look good. A man should tell a woman when she looks good."

I said "I look good all the time, Fernando."

"No you dont."



My customers in line laughed, and so did I.


Its such a time warp.

I get treated the same way I did in high school.

And by that I mean I get looked over.



I want to realistically convey, it doesn't bother me.

I just think its really funny.

Dont get me wrong when I say, I am confident enough in myself to know how aesthetically pleasing I have the potential to be.


Its funny because all the boys at Goodwill treat me like an amateur and try to give me advice.

After relentless high school pick up lines I snapped to one of them:
"You wouldn't even know what to do with me. You've never met a female like me. Ever. So stop trying. You got all these girls around here eatin out of the palm of your hand. They are children. Dont for a second think you've got me."


I continued to ridicule him about his hickies. And that shut him up.





I feel like an undercover spy or something.































"You were there."

When nothing else fits,pick up the pieces and move on PART 2

TODAY WAS SO AWESOME I HAVE TO DO A PART 2.

I will skip over philosophy of sex, cuz it was kinda boring.
The teacher said "I don't know why I teach this class, Im so easily embarrassed"
Oh honey.....

But I did meet a fellow feminist. Shes so awesome.
Im sure shes gave a woman some love....




HUMAN SEXUALITY WAS EVERYTHING I WANTED IT TO BE.


So you know how every teacher has you go around and answer your name, your major and your favorite color?

Mona Scott (my human sexuality teacher) writes all that on the board and then says "Oh yeah, and put down a fun sexual fact of your own and also what turns you on. And then your favorite color"

I blurt out, "Isnt that covered in Turn-Ons?"


Im already the class favorite.

She starts talking about masturbation within the first 7 minutes.

Today I learned a man should ejaculate apx. 20 times per month to reduce risk of prostate cancer ans well as increase the ability to maintain an erection as he ages.


Some boy pipes in "Im gonna be so healthy."


I now know what BDSM stands for and what each word means.

This girl asked me "So you are into some BDSM?"
I turned to my instructor and said "Acronyms, what do they mean?"

I know who is a virgin and who is not.

I learned a loooooot of peoples safe words.

My class knows more about me than most of my past boyfriends....


We were asked why we took the class
My answer was:
"I am working towards a bachelor in Family and Human development, with emphases in Sex Education. I could honestly talk about sex all day and its pretty hard to embarrass me."


But let me tell you, admitting to a class of 30 what turns you on is jarring even for me.

Especially cuz i like some weird stuff.
And I wasn't gonna lie to my new friends...



I think what was even weirder is that I couldnt keep up. People would say things and I was like....."That exists?"
Clearly I have A LOT to learn about all things sexy.

As Mona went over the syllabus she said "My end goal is for you to all be as comfortable talking about sex as Britanee is."

Dawwwwwwwwww

The teacher is so incredible. I instantly loved her. I went up to her after class and said "You are so fun". And she said "YOU'RE so fun"
I already know she is going to be like my life mentor. She handles sex in SUCH a comfortable and educated way.

About 4 minutes into the class I thought "I want to teach this class when I grow up. This is a career? I could teach this? My future is gonna be so awesome"


Also there is such a thing as a sexologist?

Sign me up!
I dont even know what it is. But I know my prefixes and suffixes.

IM IN!

It was AWESOME.



Then I went to my gender studies class.

ALSO AWESOME.

There is an assignment to just go watch people in public and see how genders act.
There is another assignment to do something steryotyped to the opposite gender all day long and record the reactions you receive
There is a whole discussion on why men pay on dates.
There is an assignment to define feminism and ask those around you what it means as well.


You guys.
I love it.
Im so excited.
He talked a ton about the media's role in gender stereotypes and I was just like "You are my professor soul mate."
In my head....


I CAN NOT WAIT.



I have never felt like I am MORE where I need to be than I do at this time.


Although, I REALLLY miss Professor Hottie.
mmmmmm




Side note: Today at work I saw a older male customer looking at the jewelry, I went behind the counter and asked "Is there anything you'd like to see" in respect to the Jewelry which is behind glass.
He goes "Yeah." Looks me up and down and finishes with "You in a bikini."

He just happened to catch me on a day full of talking about the objectification of woman...


I honestly just stood there and looked at him thinking "What in the hell prompted you to ever say that to me." I starred at him with my brows furled, genuinely dumb founded that it is acceptable in our society for a stranger to think he could say that to me...

He continued "JUST KIDDING. Lemme see that necklace"




Im gonna be unstoppable by the end of this semester.

When nothing else fits, pick up the pieces and move on

So, I only blog while listening to music.
I am currently in the MCC library on my hour break between classes. Im....working very hard not to sing or dance.


Im failing.


Im also laughing at my own jokes...
So.


The first day of school always terrifies me. I have no idea why. Especially now that Taylor isnt here.
I walked into the hallway of my first class and it was such a movie moment of everyone looking me up and down.

Curse you midriff revealing shirt....



Also, I cant wait till people start dropping out so I can find a damn parking spot.

Here are my classes:

Introduction to Sociology
The systematic study of social behavior and human groups, particularly the influence of culture, socialization, social structure, stratification, social institutions, differentiation by region, race, ethnicity, sex/gender, age, class, and socio/cultural change upon people's attitudes and behaviors

Philosophy of Sexuality
Philosophical examination of sexuality in human life. Historical and critical survey of philosophical and theological views. Comparison and evaluation of contemporary theories about the nature of sexual desire and sexual acts. Implications of theories for contemporary moral problems.

Human Sexuality
Examination of the physical, social, cultural, and institutional contributions to human sexuality. Examination of facts and myths, literature, and changing mores regarding human sexuality to acquire knowledge about cultural and social events and processes. Explores the sexuality of males and females in contemporary society. Prerequisites: Student must be 18 years or older.

Gender and Society
A sociological analysis of the way culture shapes and defines the positions and roles of both men and women in society. Major emphasis on social conditions which may lead to a broadening of gender roles and a reduction of gender role stereotypes and the implications of these changes.

ARENT THOSE CLASSES SO ME?

Im so excited.

And petrified of failure.

Im juggling a crazy school work and social schedule.

Im very conscious of not over committing myself....and Im pretty close to doing so.

My sociology class requires 20 hours of service learning.

Lord be with me.
Like imma start that THIS WEEK.

I never even did a summer recap blog. 

 I wanted to write this lovely blog about how much I grew as a human and the struggle yada yada

Girl, I aint got the time.

Summer Recap:There was lots of pointless drama and I was very busy and I had lots of fun and was vigilant of self growth.

There. Saved us all a good 7 minutes of reading.

Awww, I had some good stories to tell tho......

Free time is a thing of the past.

Im gonna hafta time manage the hell out of this semester.

SO much packing my lunch.

I start school at 9 am till 3pm and then go straight to work till 9:30

I ASKED FOR THIS LIFE. 

I wish we still used shells.

Whats with all thees do-rags in this place?

Oh, I spotted someone just like me.

GET IT BOY. GET IT HEADPHONE BOY.

Look at him giggle.

We dancin.

I love the first day of school.Everyone dresses like they arent trying too hard. All the classes are dead silent and the teachers always say "...you all are so quiet". There is always the one REALLLLY old person who talks too much and the teacher has to awkwardly cut them off to move along.Everyone clings to their phone because that is where there friends live.

I havent started my sexy classes yet. Im sure people wont be shy in those classes. 

In case you cant tell, I have been watching SO MUCH BLACK TELEVISION.

Love and Hip-Hop Atlanta.

Yes mannnnmmm.

I only have science and math after this semester....

Math is probably the only thing in the entire world I fear I can not do.

Seriously I wake up and Im like....."ehhhhhhhhhh math....."

icandoiticandoiticandoit

I wish I would have worked harder in high school. I wish I wouldn't have wasted so much time my first 2 years in community college. I wish I had time managed better in the last year.

But in a year from now, I am determined to be proud of what I look back on.

Its really my only option.

I have to go to class now. Bye. 

I got that summertime,summertime sadness

When my sister died in 2005 we moved all of her things into a spare room in our house.I remember seeing a trunk of hers. As a 13 year old that trunk intrigued  me. I remember when I first saw it, I opened it and found nothing but notebooks and envelopes which immediately lost my interest. Over time the trunk got lost. I've since wondered where it ended up, but could never find it.


For anyone who hasn't seen Taylors room. Its monstrous. Huge. No surprise that thing got lost in there. If you keep up with Taylors Facebook, you are well aware he cleaned out a closet to create a recording booth.

Tonight he asked if I would help him clean out the remains of the closet that are now strewn about his bedroom floor. I peaked in his room and saw the trunk.


I opened it and saw so many things. I saw the clock my mother got her for Christmas forever ago. The present she wanted most on her wish list. I remember my mom wrapped batteries for it. Kristy opened the batteries first and quickly came to the realization they were for the clock. I remember my mom acting brainless and making up some story for what the batteries were for.

Little did I know I would not realize my moms brainless imitation potential until I grew up.


I always wanted that clock.

I saw a tiny porcelain doll in a delicate floral print fabric lined box. The one I always begged Kristy to give to me with no success.


All of these things Id wanted her to let me have were now sitting in front of me.


I then moved on to the piles of papers. I was looking for pictures, or even letters from myself to her.

I found the opposite, though.

Lots of letters addressed to me. Ones I had never seen before.


My sister spent a few years apart from the family, and she had written the letters during that time.


They talked a lot about how much she missed me, or how she wished she could see me grow up, or just general encouragement towards me.

Things she meant in relevance to that time, but are increasingly more relevant now.

More than missing her, I usually just wonder what she would think of who I've become. There are times I wish I could ask her advice, or times I know she would understand and defend me when no one else would.


She also had multiple journals, which I read.

I never realized how incredibly similar we are.
I was literally reading journal entries of hers while she was my age now.


She spoke exactly like me, her thought process was exactly like mine.

I learned a lot of new things about her. Not like secrets, just traits I never recognized at my young age.

She mentioned me in them a lot. During which I would have been about 8 or 9.
I always knew I was special to her, but I didn't really know just how much until I read those journal entries.




One of the oddest things about someone dying is that over time you start to forget things about them. Its both the worst and best aftermath.



This trunk was a brick wall of a reminder.


We always had a way of communicating. And I guess we still do.

You can rely on the old mans money, You can save money but it wont get you too far

We are gonna take a break from really deep inspirational blogs about how profound I think my mentality is.



This blog is all about weird things that happen to me while at Goodwill.




I'm positive I rang up a herd of polygamists.
100% Positive.

I watched enough Big Love to know a polygamist when I see one.


Well, 3.

Im only counting the ones who looked old enough to share a husband.
I set the cut off  pretty low....
There were a ton of babies.

But, I mean......that only means they are succeeding at their goal.
Or whatever.


What if polygamy turns into the same status as Homosexuals?

Like in 50 years this blog will be total bigotry.
Already is.


I wish them all the happiness.








Also, today I was carrying a Baseball bat I had found in the clothing section. When you have to take something back to its particular spot its called a "go-back"

I studied for this stuff.


So Im carrying my go-back bat and I walk past a register my friend was ringing up a customer on.
The customer sees me in her peripherals and visibly jumps and shouts "OH! You scared me so badly, I thought you were my husband." She was genuinely shaken . She didn't even do that self conscious laugh you do when you realize you were scared for no reason.



I wanted to give her the number for a woman's shelter.


It was the oddest combination of things.

So many reasons none of that made sense.

I could only conclude her husband often sneaks up on her with baseball bats.




Moving right down the list....


OH.
There was that awesome story of the man who asked me on a date.
The 70 something year old man.


I was ringing up other customers and this guy was sitting in a chair behind me just talking to me.
I was trying to ask a customer questions necessary to complete the check out process and hes just piped in
"You are gonna live a long life. Im sure you dont know this,but you are going to heaven."

I shot back "Oh I know."
I hate when people a) make any kind of assumption about my relationship with a higher power and b) preach to me as if their knowledge makes them superior to me and they are going to save my soul.

Dont ever deliver me a note from Jesus. Him and I talk face to face.


And also, like what assumptions was he making about my life?

Like:"Look at that sad girl working at goodwill. She has made so many mistakes and worries she is going to hell"

Fool. You have never met a 20 year old like me.....

He tells me "You are a good person. Your gonna live a long life. No really Im a psychic with these things."


I laughed and told him Im probably gonna die on the drive home.

I dont know if I blocked this out or if it was really just so blunt it had no smooth transition....

Imagine just being under water and hearing someone address you from above the water. It was that kind of sound and by the time I surfaced all I heard was "I want to meet you at the bar on Mcklintock and the 101 {those streets dont intersect, noob} . Its a fantastic place, the food is delectable.You know, the casino? I will buy you all the food and drink you want. Anything you'd like."

I looked at him in a way that is going to effect my skin when Im older. I cant even tell you where my left eyebrow went...


He honestly lifted his hand to his mouth and said pantomimed drinking and said "Drinks." as if I didn't comprehend. "Your old enough to drink right?"


"SHUCKS. Im not. But thanks for the invite."

All of this as Im trying to ring up this guy who is totally suppressing laughter.





He ends with
"Can, I just tell you, you are beautiful"


I had  been thinking a lot about this compliment prior to this particular occurrence.

I really don't understand it.

What about telling a stranger she is  beautiful is impressive or impactful.
I think to people who don't know their worth, maybe it makes a difference to them.


*DOUCHEBAG ALLERT*

Telling me Im beautiful is like telling me the sun is out while we are both on the same park bench.
And then expecting me to be flattered by your blunt bravery...



Honestly. Im not trying to be cocky...the compliment just makes no sense to me.
I like to hear it every once and a while from my significant other. Maybe on the rare days I need some reassurance, but other than that.....


What is my response supposed to be?

"Thank you"



FOR WHAT?

You didnt make me pretty.

A lucky strand of DNA and some self help tips caused me to appear like this.
Not your compliment.


And I said I was gonna avoid some deep feminism.....



SO I had been thinking  what I would say next time someone complimented me on my looks.

I had decided I would say "Thank you for saying so" or "I appreciate you saying so."


This M-EFFER makes me say "Well, thank you."

Just to shut him up.


The next person who calls me beautiful is gonna get it!


I was so pissed.



YOU JUST LOST ANY CHANCE OF ME MEETING YOU AT THE FREEWAY BAR CASINO.



Maybe next time some stranger calls me beautiful I will just say "And?"


Think about that compliment.

It sucks.



Once a boy said "congratulations on your face" as he shook my hand.

Perfect.


What was I talking about.....


Oh yeah, weird customers at the GWs.


Today, I was cleaning below my counter when this girl abruptly shouts "Hey" towards me.

The same girl who had very rudely told me she refused to donate her 3 cents change because it wouldn't benefit her.


She turned out to be joking.,which she informed me of as I was setting the 3 cents in here hand. Which was actually even more inconvenient (Which would make sense if you knew the cash donation process. Her flop in decisions just made me have to repeat several steps and waste a ton of paper....)


So. She shouts "Hey"


I jump up, customer service face (huge smile) ready and say "How can I help you" dreading interacting again with this lady.


She goes "Well you are just too excited about life." annoyed.

I said "Its only because I'm young. I'm sure I'll lose it soon"
...just like you wench.


She goes "No. Keep it. Do you know Jesus?"


Here we go again with the Jesus thing....


I reply "I sure do"

She quacks, "Then you will be fine."

This video is relevant.

Facebook is selling me.
Look at this!

"Hey man, she likes music and reading and shes single. Click add"
Why is that what shows up!


The books I read?









Thats all.
Im so sleepy.







Ps
This song is good.
A lot



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KaAY7bewd8







andthis

"Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex.

We cannot fight for love as men may do.

We should be wooed and were not made to woo."

im so back to normal.