Friday, April 23, 2010

I Just Really Like Them.

I just really like her too, don't you?

These words are really like my favorite words in the whole world. Really. They just like, are. I can't explain why.

I. just. really. like. them. Really.

Unfortunately, these words and my fondness for using them as often as possible and then some, may be the demise of my "rich and famous" writing career. At least according to everything I've read about launching my world famous cookie recipe. I mean, writing career.

Like, they just might really, really destroy all chances of me being a world renowned author. Of course, I've still got my evil cookie empire plot as plan B, so no worries.

But still.

It ticks me off. And makes me angry. Now I'm mad. Furious, actually.

Who determines these "things" anyway? Like, I just really don't understand.

Okay, already. I'll move on and find other words. Bigger, more profound, intellectual words. Words such as obsequious, which means fawning attention, or ameliorate, which means to lessen.

I'll start wearing a tweed jacket and smoking a pipe. In the summer and winter months.

I really will. I just will. And I'll like it. Really.

p.s. I personally found this post to be like really annoying, I just did. I'm going to go beat my head against a wall now, for real. (shorter variation of really) Anyone want to join me? In beating my head against a wall, I mean?

1 comment:

Pearl said...

I"ll join you in the beating!

I read a story once. You know F. Scott Fitzgerald and Hemingway were friends, yes? Scott (as he was known by his friends -- and yes, I read a lot) asked him to read a manuscript. Hemingway did and told Scott "take out all the "reallys". A really beautiful woman didn't walk into the bar -- a beautiful woman walked into the bar. The fish you caught wasn't really big -- the fish was big."

And so Scott took out all the "reallys" and he claims it made all the difference in the world.


Would you believe I think of that lousy story every time I write the word "really"?