I sometimes slip into accents. Its annoying. I know, but its fun, too! I have that stupid All-American newscaster accent that says nothing about where I'm from so I steal. I do say the word "mountain" funny, make fun, but thats not on purpose. Enough about me, lets talk about others.
I'm still connected to one of my freshman roommates via this here interweb. All her away messages and facebook statuses end in "I love you, babe" or "I love my boyfriend" or she addresses him in them saying "boyfriend, blah blah blah I'm uninteresting blah." I haven't seen her in two years, I imagine she does have a boyfriend but what the fuck is his name? I'm totally whigged out by the lack of name, I'd know he existed if she used his name, so Jill what is your boyfriend's name?
I have a dear friend, who is strongly affilated with the Catholic Church, that can't hold a converstaion without saying "vajayjay." I'm a personal fan of different names for female anatomy but the thing is this dear friend maybe should have been a sleazy director of porn or a creeptastic OB/GYN instead he wears robes and stands at the pupit winking (that is a nervous tick, he's not creepy in the least but it makes it more fun to suggest he is.
I have a roommate who has boyfriend, said roommate gave me said boyfriends phone number and with said roommate's premission I started texting the boyfriend, nothing too bad just a little suggestive way strange and lots of "...s" we talked about the texts, I managed a straight face. I made it a little more obvious, I made it way obvious. Tonight I sent him a piece of a conversation that we had while making dinner tonight. He hasn't responded yet, so his dense scientific brain hasn't caught on. I have to stop, its getting too wierd, the roommate told me its too wierd.
My fiction professor, I've decided he's in his late 40s, an insanly uncreative man for a creative writing professor, has wierd ideas about dreams. Every class after he decided that he's in love with Justin, who just happens to be growing on me, forgetting the names of the girls, there are 7 of us and none look anything like the others, he puts in his two cents. While explianing that we're not good writers and we don't do this or that right he sticks his hand under his sweater and caresses his chest lovingly. I;m not one to argue the benifits of self intamacies, I stroke my face and pet my hair, but if i were to rub my chest I think that maybe I'd get sideways glances.
There's the 52 state story. Thats not so much quirky as much as evidence that Americans don't know very much about their country. There's others, but I'm getting sleepy and am having trouble remembering. Just know your quirks are good fun and I'm going to continue making fun of them.
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