There must be something wrong with me. I like to curse. It’s like salt and pepper to me. It just ads the crowning touch to a dish. It makes it palatable. It accurately describes the situation to a Tee. It’s perfect. I feel strangled when I can’t say, S*** or F*** or G** D***. Argh.
Face it. It’s not real professional. It’s crude. It is certainly not going to impress the new lady whoever she is. She’ll probably be so frightened of me. And, God forbid I ever tell her I am psychic.
I don’t like change. I really don’t care for it at all. Maybe that’s why my side hurts like blazes right now.