I believe that people who use food as a crutch and a coping mechanism, aren't that different from those who use drugs, alcohol and sex to numb themselves. You can just tell by looking at us what our vice is. Chocolate covered almonds are my kryptonite, blogging is my therapy.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Oh my Gawd! Are u fiv? Hit speel chek!
I swear to you, the more emails I receive, posts and blogs that I read, the more I feel like I am chewing on wool. That's right. Wool. Think about it for a second here. Imagine the feeling of taking the mitten that Grandma Agnes knit for you, putting it into your mouth and chewing on it. *Shudder*
Nothing online turns me off faster than reading an email, blog, or post that is laced with spelling and glaring grammatical errors. Or worst yet? Gross misuse and childish use of language on purpose.
Now, I am fully aware that I am no Shakespeare, no Maya Angelou, and before you ask, no, I have never won any literary awards.
However, for the most part, we're all adults here, right? Did we all go to school? Learn to read? write? SPELL?
Here are some excerpts of disgustingly written emails I have received, and blogs and words that I have picked up:
"sayin u wnt to meet me,u realy do? wel take it frm ther"
"hey i just saw this as i sent out th previous email, sry fr the inconvinience or to bother u, i dont wnt nythin to do with u naw,byee.. takecare."
It's Love, not luv or wuv.
It's Squeeze, not squeese.
It's Cool, not kewl.
It's God, not gawd.
THERE is a beautiful woman.
THEY'RE a great looking couple.
THEIR home is perfect for entertaining.
YOU'RE hot.
YOUR face is gorgeous.
Come HERE please.
I can't HEAR what you are saying.
I ACCEPT you as you are.
I like everything about you, EXCEPT that you can't spell.
Seriously, I know I am not the only one who finds these repeat offenders just the slightest bit annoying? Is anyone else on board (not BORED) with me here?
The BRAIN (not BRIAN) is the largest sex organ. Use it.
Have an awesome day!
Friday, April 24, 2009
Who knows what this will turn into....
I was at a friends house on Wednesday night, and we got to chatting about blogs, and the blogs she has followed for years. I have never been a loyal follower of any one blog, but lately I am committed to purseblog.com. What can I say? I love purses!
Okay, so this is a short introduction, I suppose...I really should be getting ready for work.
I am a 31 (oh God, almost 32!?) year old Newfoundlander who no longer lives on her beloved island, located just off the coast of mainland Canada.
I am a self-sufficent, always learning, forever growing, love seeking, friend adoring, better person becoming, work in progress.
Aren't we all?
This is a short intro, and I am sure that I will blog more soon.
In the meantime, to whomever reads this, I wish you a great day. Choose for it to be a great day, if it doesn't come naturally to you.
Okay, so this is a short introduction, I suppose...I really should be getting ready for work.
I am a 31 (oh God, almost 32!?) year old Newfoundlander who no longer lives on her beloved island, located just off the coast of mainland Canada.
I am a self-sufficent, always learning, forever growing, love seeking, friend adoring, better person becoming, work in progress.
Aren't we all?
This is a short intro, and I am sure that I will blog more soon.
In the meantime, to whomever reads this, I wish you a great day. Choose for it to be a great day, if it doesn't come naturally to you.
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