Well, it’s been a Wednesday to Wednesday, and I thought I’d let ya’ll know how giving up the F-word is going. First of all, I hate it. I feel like Eric Cartman with a V-chip.
I was the little girl who bounced on her pogo stick in front of the neighbor’s house yelling F&@& every time the pole smacked the sidewalk. Pauline. She threw me under the bus to my mom. I had my mouth washed out with soap. Blecchh.
But…I’m thinking this was a good choice. I’m actually conscientious now of what makes me say f#@&.
- Van Gogh the Cat when he does a drive by on me (he runs full speed at me and uses my body to ricochet to somewhere else. …it’s REALLY annoying.)
- Watching sports
- The news.
- The cashier lady at WalMart when she didn’t laugh at my laughing at her for her thinking I might be less than 21. I did wait until I was in the parking lot before I was all, well, f#@& her for not getting the f#@&ing joke.
- And a certain reoccurring thing that will go unnamed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. (It’s a f#@&ing biggie.)
Now the silliest part of all this is that saying f#@&, then realizing I said it as the “k” sound clicks in the roof of my mouth, inevitablly results in a shit or goddamn. So, I may actually be doubling the cussing on some of these days. I don’t know.
The graph tells the story. I’m trending down. Day’s not over, but I might get some zero days in before this is over with.
Special thanks to U.S. taxpayers for the bitchin’ graph from the National Center for Education Statistics. You, too, can make your own graphs though you’ll have to finish it in picnik or blingee for the cutesie pictures. 🙂