June 12, 2011

just tawk right

dear voice from my head to yours diary,

so the people who know me who read this tell me that when they are reading my blog they hear my voice because i write exactly like i talk. but cept i say i don't talk like i write on the count of my pragmatic word choices at times are more creative, at times, i would say, then they are when i talk. i dunno, maybe not. i often wonder how it is you have me sounding out there- those of you who don't know know me. people say i have an accent. i don't know where that would come from. here's what often happens when i do find myself around someone who does have a strong accent. i will immediately start to copy them. i do this without even knowing i'm doing it and have since i was a tiny girl and WISH I COULD STOP. when i call and order chinese food- guess who is trying to speak chinese at the end of the call? it is SO ANNOYING. same with mexican. oh and i don't fucking do ANYTHING to hide this either and it is so embarrassing. i cant go to texas. oh fuck no. so when i really do go somewhere and just talk and people look at me and ask me where i am from- it shocks me- almost insults me- because usually i am 30 miles from home.