If there is one thing everyone knows about me, it's that I absolutely LOVE to contradict myself. I try to do it at least once a week, but lately I've hit a goldmine of contradiction.
I like to pretend like I am interested in language and all that jazz, and I pretend to care about people's different dialects because that is what makes language interesting. The truth is I am such a Grammar Nazi (even though I suck at this too), it just doesn't allow me to get past the former. I will call the masses out on their pronunciations and say that there is only one true way to say something and anyone who disagrees can suck a lemon.
Men.
There's another goldmine. One week I'll have a crush, the next week I won't. The next day I'll hook up with some random person, a few days later they are a creep if they talk to me. I think I got into something like this in my last post . . . .
Not much else to say today. Don't want to overload you guys with sassiness.
Have a sassy weekend.
Love,
The Oat
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