Ladylike? Um...Not So Much
As far as women go, most would probably be ashamed to admit I was part of their gender party.
As far as men go, I've actually made jaws drop.
As far as sailors go, I do believe I could make one blush.
I have one bad ass potty mouth.
I have been swearing since the first week I started riding the bus to go to the Catholic school (aka - the "good" school) as opposed to the public school (aka - the "bad" school).
I'll tell you right now, Catholic kids have foul language habits. That's where I learned every single curse word in the book - not "the book" - but, you know.
Anyways, I do realize that to many a person, the way I toss around swears makes me sound uneducated and simple.
I also realize that a properly placed swear word can make quite an impact in a sentence.
The odd thing is that I can turn it on and off like a faucet. I would get off the bus leaving behind a trail of swear words that would make my mother cry, then stroll in the house, never to utter another curse until my foot hit the bus steps in the morning.
Even now, I do mumble "shit" at their house once in a while, and I may have dropped the occasional f-bomb when I've stubbed my toe, or dropped a crystal platter on the floor and busted it into 10 thousand pieces - but really and truly, I barely swear at home.
And if I really, really tried, I might be able to incorporate less swearing into my daily life.
But you know what? I really, really like to swear.