Holy hole in a doughnut I can not believe how freaking difficult it was to not swear for one whole week. Darn it, gosh and golly I did not succeed!
I made it through Monday the most dispicable day of the week as any of you Monday to Friday 9 to fivers out there would know, without so much as a curse. I broke the drought, fell off the wagon when I was out to lunch on Tuesday at 12:05, mumbling "that gives me the shits". It had nothing to do with the falafel I was about to consume, FYI.
I did notice, that not unlike someone whose second language is English continues to think in their native tongue that I indeed continued to think in 'Swear'. Monday afternoon I accused someone of being a 'dipshit' under my breath and I also exclaimed within the recesses of my grey matter using my original and personal favourite 'holy craponoli'. Yes it sounds like it should be served with parmesan and a glass of red.
By Tuesday afternoon I had racked up "shit" x 2.
By Wednesday a post-coffee conversation about someone I studied with 5 years ago resulted in a "fuckwit".
Friday was "shit" and "shitty" thanks to some time wasting and serious technical issues at work.
Saturday however was fucking awesome! It was fucking amazing! I couldn't fucking believe it! Sunday not too bad either but Monday morning comes around so quickly for fuck's sake it makes you want to say 'fuck it' and sleep in instead.
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