So I’m making new friends through the groups for my Disney program. The idea is to make some friends BEFORE you uproot yourself and move across the country for six months.
So I’ve been doing that…well, trying to. I just keep running into the little issue of my biggest pet peeve…
New Friend: Hey if you have the track number for necklace may I has it
Me: USPS didn’t give me one…
NF: Oh them bastards! Usually it’s on the receipt lol they rude
Me: Ooh, on the receipt. Don’t mind me, I’m an airhead! I need to get to bed.
NF: Lol girl you is not
……..cue me having a seizure
AS I LAY TWITCHING ON THE FLOOR I THINK OF HOW MUCH I HATE TECHNOLOGY SOMETIMES. I think when I was 13 and we used AOL instant messenger on non-wireless internet, I had the phase of lol wut i kno rite. And then I grew out of it, because I am a nerd, and I love language. I’ve been using complete sentences in my messages since the end of middle school; with the exception of this past spring, where I had mono and was so weak I could only manage a few letters on my smartphone at a time. I don’t mean to sound arrogant there, I really don’t.
So given technology I can understand a few lol u ok’s, but THEY RUDE? THEM BASTARDS? You’re deliberately butchering our language! And it’s not like you normally speak like that….YOU’RE A VERY VERY VERY WHITE NORTHERN GIRL. WHY. Just….WHY.
Yeah I don’t really have a way to close this up neatly. Except with dying as someone else posts comments on my question on our page. “That is two cute.” I can feel another seizure startibkblkvbkjvdN. VDn DnDV nFn Fc
(That keysmash represents a seizure.)
PS. I am pro Oxford comma.
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