Irksome Quirksome
Work has become the Crazed Den Of Halloween Festivity. I already abhor 'The Monster Mash' and will probably commit suicide, or dismember a baby, or both, by next week.
Also, I have begun to realize a quirky thing about myself. What might it be? It is the realization that I strongly dislike certain words and phrases that others often use. The Phrase of Detestation Du Jour is "my lady", as in when a guy refers to his girlfriend/wife/squeeze/concubine as "my lady". It's like something that a biker would say in a movie. It just seems so fake and odious. I wince. I try not to wince, but I wince anyway.
There are other hateful words and phrases--many others--but I won't inflict them on you all at once. Where would be the suspense in that? (Oh, and I like plenty of things, too, by the way. I'm not all about the revulsion. Today, for example, I liked a nice yellow bird that chirped at me from a tree as I trudged to work.)
Also, I have begun to realize a quirky thing about myself. What might it be? It is the realization that I strongly dislike certain words and phrases that others often use. The Phrase of Detestation Du Jour is "my lady", as in when a guy refers to his girlfriend/wife/squeeze/concubine as "my lady". It's like something that a biker would say in a movie. It just seems so fake and odious. I wince. I try not to wince, but I wince anyway.
There are other hateful words and phrases--many others--but I won't inflict them on you all at once. Where would be the suspense in that? (Oh, and I like plenty of things, too, by the way. I'm not all about the revulsion. Today, for example, I liked a nice yellow bird that chirped at me from a tree as I trudged to work.)