You’ll notice by now that I definitely throw a curse or two out. I would never call myself a sailor, my language is kitty cat talk compared to them, but I was in the military and I’m a PK. All that combined just creates a sharp tongue. I’ve been called heartless, an asshole, a dick, and I’m sure more colorful words will be created.
I’m 38 years old, married, callous, and I just don’t have the energy to be polite sometimes. I have a verbal or mental opinion about most things and this blog is my sounding board. People have called me many things and I’ve remembered them to use again. I’ve read the same ten books thousands of times and my vocabulary is based off what I’ve heard and read – as is all of ours.
I’m pretty sure I was supposed to be a knight but I got in the wrong tube. Evidence of that is when my mom kicked me out at 2.
Why do I curse when I write?
It’s pretty simple. I write how I talk. If we ever sat down and drank a bottle of Macallan > 12, I’d sound the same.
It would be a fun conversation.