I have decided to stop swearing.
Besides, I'm not really very good at it. I grew up in a house where damn, hell and shit (and the occasional shit-ass) were as bad as it got. I don't know whether to classify piss-ant as swearing or not. I have never been sure what it really means, except that Mom is mad and to stay out of the kitchen.
From now on, every fucking thing I say will be expletive-free. I am not shitting you. This goddamn habit has gotten out of hand. For example, my son-of-a-bitching DREAMS are riddled with words that could scorch my down-filled pillows.
Jesus H. Christ. I am, after all, a Ph.D. program dropout so shouldn't I have a adequate and appropriate vocabulary ready at the drop of my tongue? Hell yes! Yet somehow this dumbass, distasteful behavior has become part of my repertoire.
I've quit. Really.
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2 comments:
WTF? Then what adjectives and nouns are available to describe SUV-driving, throwing-McDonald's-litter-out-their-car-window, child-neglecting, parking-in-two-spaces-including-a-handicapped-one creeps?
MsHellion: Not fair. You're a trained professional.
Eek: I think I need to have my brain washed out with soap. This is harder than I thought.
MsA: Wow. Teach me your way, Obiwan.
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