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words i hate


it all started when my friend sara used the word "belly" in her blog. i commented to her that it reminded me of a particular incident that occurred when we were in high school. commenting started me a'thinkin', and that led to the belly blog entry, which in turn elicited a comment from my friend matt, explaining to me that he LOVES the word belly, but does hate the words "tarmac" and "credenza".
i found this to be a stroke of kismet, as thursday after the belly blog entry, i started compiling a list of words i hate for various reasons. here they are:
flesh - it just bothers me.
slice - only in certain context, for instance when paired with flesh.
ooey gooey - for some reason, hearing someone else say this embarrasses me and makes me feel sorry for them.
jazzy - i always hear this spoken by somefat woman from michigan with a bad hairdo.
pizzazzy - same as above. also true that jazzy and pizzazzy cause me to feel himiliation for the person speaking them.
ooze - gross.
mash - when used as a verb. i prefer smash to mash any day.
kernel - GROSS!

masculinity - can't say it. masculinninny.
compote - doesn't sound as if it ought to be something edible.
loaf - i use it, but i don't like it. starbucks' pumpkin loaf is one of my favorite things in all of the world, but i feel a distinctive tinge of discomfort when having to order it.
maggot - makes my skin crawl just saying it. or hearing it. or reading it.
slacks - it's trousers.
oleo - just say margarine.
algae - reminds me of snot.
phlegm - speaking of snot... what an unattractive word.
moist - unless referring to cake or chicken, i make a point to steer clear of the word moist.

what are some of the words you hate?

congratulations mr & mrs primeaux


i hate that word "belly"


my friend sara wrote a blog entry yesterday and included the word "belly" in her narrative; i had to comment to her to remind her of why i have always hated that word.

when we were probably about 16 & 17 respectively, sara & i were driving around our home town of bedford, texas, probably listening to def leppard, smoking, singing at the tops of our lungs, and laughing hysterically at nothing in particular. we came to a stop sign that looked something like this crude recreation, fashioned specifically for this cyber-reenactment:

we were stopped at the stop sign a little longer than we would normally stop, when all at once, apropos of nothing, sara and i both said in unison "i hate that word 'belly'".

i can't impress enough that it was in complete unison. exactly. we both agreed through tears of laughter ("i'm cryin'! look! i'm cryin'!) that this had to be the first time in the history of the world that anybody had ever uttered the phrase "i hate that word 'belly'", and the mere fact that we had said it at exactly the same time had to mean something. what, exactly, remains to be revealed. but that was pretty damned impressive. it became the phrase we would say whenever we coincidently uttered any phrase at the same time, even if it was only one word. it was one of hundreds of our inside jokes. sara & i were famous for our inside jokes and if i recall correctly, we rarely let anyone else in on them unless they were really special.

it wasn't the first time that had happened; some random phrase spoken at exactly the same time, in exactly the same inflection, with emphasis placed on the same parts of the same words, etc... i think the first time it happened was at my house when we were a year or two younger. my mom & dad were having a bible study in the living room with several members of our church, and sara and i were hanging out in my parents' bedroom watching television like sinners (it was the cosby show, so it wasn't all that sinful) and one of us was telling a story. for some reason, again, seeminly apropos of nothing, we both said "...like a hot knife through butter!"

it took a couple of seconds to realize we'd both just said exactly the same thing, exactly the same way, and after the shock wore off, we laughed until we were sore. up until the "belly" incident, "like a hot knife through butter!" had been our insider phrase, but even after it was replaced, it still held a special place in & amongst the inside jokes for which sara & i were so celebrated. maybe "celebrated" is the wrong word... "ridiculed" might be more appropriate.

nah. they were all jealous of our inside jokes.

all this reminiscing i've been doing whilst taking a stroll down belly lane got me digging through my highschool scrap book, where i came across several hysterical photographs from highschool, including this one, taken at bedford boy's ranch at the going-away party we threw for our friend dusty:

(i have tried, unsuccessfully, at least 10 times to upload the damn picture, and it won't. use your imagination.)

that's dave lane on the left in the swing, craig jenest, also in a swing and wearing his big gay les mis t-shirt, sara standing behind him, me sitting in the swing, and who knows what the hell i'm wearing, but i know i'm wearing those chinese shoes that were five bucks at the shoe repair shop in hurst, and dusty standing to the far right with his back to the camera. it was his going-away party. man, that was fun. we had a butt-load of fun every time we went to bedford boy's ranch, even the time sara and i got chased by geese, and i got bit on the ass by a particularly mean gander.

i can't believe that was something like 17 years ago.

even though i might use it from time to time, i still hate that word "belly".

it goes through me like a hot knife through butter.

a long night's day


i got home from work at about 3:45 pm today after my second day on the new job - my trainer threw me right out of the fat and into the fire today, but i did pretty well. she was sitting with me the whole time so there was really nothing at all to worry about, but somehow i found something to worry about. i do that. but it wasn't so bad at all, actually very exciting. still have a long way to go before i'm cut loose and on my own, but i'll get there, no worries.

when i came home today, i did my normal stuff with the dogs, got online, answered email, ate a very early light supper, then at 6pm, i laid down on my bed to vegetate for a little while. i got a little sleepy and decided a quick nap was in order, and wouldn't hurt anything.

i woke up at 12:56am.

that's not a nap, melissa. for me, that's a night's sleep. come on, seriously? that's nearly seven hours. so now it's 1:36am, and i am WIDE AWAKE and not the slightest bit sleepy. can't imagine why.

i have to get up at 5am - that's like, in a few minutes or something.

sure, i'll be heading to starbucks this morning before work, like i do every workday of my life. but no quad espresso for me. i'm getting a six-shooter. i'm gonna need it.

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