Swearing and Wit

Usually, I'm pretty good at cutting down when I write on this blog.. but if you ever talk to me, you learn very quickly that I curse like a motherfucking sailor. It's not a fantastic habit, but I swear so much I don't even notice when I do.

Lately, my mother has decided to have a personal vendetta against all the vulgar language I use. Today, while I was trying to talk to her about something or other, she derailed the conversation by getting on my case about how much I curse when I speak. I then proceeded to verbally p4wn my mother. The exchange went like this:

Mother: You should stop swearing so much.
Moi: Why? I'm well within my rights.

Mother: No you're not, you need to stop.

Moi: Mom, do you like philosophy?

Mother: That's not--

Moi: How about John Locke's list of human rights, you know, we all have the right to Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness? Well, swearing is a big part of my life, it is a manifestation of my personal liberty, and well, swearing to piss you off just makes me happy.

(this was accompanied by a candy-sweet smile and me promptly leaving the room)

I'm not generally too witty during conversational discourse, and snappy comeback are rarely snappy for me, so I'm kind of proud of myself.

Speaking of wit, I recently read a transcript for a play called 'Wit' which was really good, but really depressing. I can't remember who it was by, but if you've got a few hours and nothign to do I suggest you read it.

Going to Denver later to hang out with my best friend and her gay older brother and his boyfriend, lush times hopefully :)

Squeeeeeee (the sound that girls make when they see Justin Beiber)

Julia