What Is Your Favorite Cuss Word?

Do you remember the first time you said an alternative to a swear word around your family and people in public? I think we all do. My memory of the first time I was obsessed with saying the words “darn” and “dang” are still very clear in my head. I remember it was when my mom and nana took us to Walmart and she put me inside the cart and I had to have been like seven or eight years old, maybe 10 but doubtful. Anyways, I think I had accidently said “damn” out in the parking lot and my mom got mad at me and told me that I was allowed to say those words instead, they still meant the same thing, so every time anybody would drop something or just did something random. I would literally “oh dang it!” It has never left my brain. I think it’s hilarious that I was obsessed with these words at such a young age. I had always heard people around me use swear words. It wasn’t something that people hid in my family like some do now, so knowing that little kids younger than 13 are saying words that I would literally get spanked for puzzles me. The first curse word I ever said was apparently “fuck” and I was three years old. According to my mom, I was rolling around the kitchen and I got up towards the fridge and said it over and over again with a huge smile on my face. Even back then I was a little daredevil.

When I was in sixth grade, I was in our computer class and taking notes. I wasn’t supposed to be twisting around in my chair because I just had surgery on my back a year earlier and was still pretty fragile. I was never cleared to do any twisting yet, but I still had to take notes and I’m still trying to figure out how I got the most awkwardest sit in the whole room. Right in the center but the first desk in that part. It was a bitch to get a wheelchair through that small of a space, let alone try to take notes at the same time. Anyways, the word that I was obsessed with then was “crap” and I don’t remember how I would have learned that word other being around my grandparents because they were usually the only ones who really tried to not cuss around us kids. I used to say that word about five times in one day and again even at random times too. I was weird person when I was say these words. My timing was always off somehow. Later on, in seventh grade, my cousin was starting to say real cuss words as that is what everybody was doing too. I remember years before, her word she used to say to her brother/my cousin Chris was “kiss off” and guess who was the little taddle tell? Yup, you guessed it. It was me. In seventh grade, it was no different. Any bad word she said I went and told my aunt or uncle and got her ass in so much trouble, but you want to know who actually got me comfortable enough to start cussing in front of my friends? She did.

During the first weeks of August, my family were over at my nana’s house like every weekend. Well, we were either grabbing Kristi or dropping her off there and my uncle got me very good. So I went to call him a “bastard” for my comeback and I had my dad and his number in the same place. So the text that had my innocently enough burn for my uncle ended up going to my dad instead. My dad does NOT like when my sister and I cuss at all. Back then, majority of us were pretty fine with all of us cussing around one another, but then I did this and I felt like shit but he took it a lot worse than he should have because I put the little “lol” at the end of the text. Ever since, I’m very cautious about what I send to both of them. Even though, I never really cuss anymore. When I was in school, I somehow taught myself to cuss around my friends and certain family members, but to my dad, teachers, and aides I learned to actually turn it off. I hardly ever say cuss words out in public, unless I’m really, really mad or if it’s in a post such as this. In eighth grade, my mom basically banned me from ever saying the f word. So I never said it. Everytime I did say it, I felt horrible. The only time I ever say it is apparently on Twitter now. That’s usually only when I’m venting too.

So do you remember your favorite alternative cuss word? I still say “dang” and “crap” and I love saying “God Bless America” for when I’m really pissed off or freaked out beyond reasoning. What was your first cuss word you said when you were a kid? You can put the first letter if you don’t feel like spelling it. I don’t blame you. What is the one word you will not say?

Five Sentence Fiction: Frozen

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

This week: FROZEN

The castle is dark, damp, and empty; skeletons lay in different corners, minding their orders to never move from their spot unless they were told so by the king.

The final farewell was bittersweet as the young woman walked passed each one, breathing in the mold and horror of each one’s remains on the ground, she wondered if ¬†they ever found peace on the other side?

As the others walked inside, writing down little notes of what they saw inside, she felt a hole in her heart as the reason why these men were lying there all around them, trapped in their cages forever, they were only trying to protect her from the King’s mistress, who seeked revenge on everybody inside the castle, even the King’s young daughter.

She still bares the memories of the hell she went through as the young knights drove her out of the kingdom so long ago, they were just following the King’s orders, only trying to give her a new life as that’s what she deserved, she didn’t deserve to die like the rest.

Decades later, the castle still stood strong against the evil and harsh weather conditions, for once she no longer felt the evil that she witnessed when she was a young girl; she followed a bunch of little girls inside her old bedroom, she felt like crying, but the tears wouldn’t escape from her eyes, then the touch of a hand on her shoulder released them and she broke down and turned around to see a picture of her father and the look of his face said he was proud that his daughter was alive and well, as she walked away from the rooms all of the bones from the knights started to disappear and turn to ash, they could finally rest in peace.

True Love Isn’t Found, It’s Built.

I’ve done nothing much again on this Wednesday.

One of the things that I did enjoy, which usually never happens, because I usually hate myself afterwards. I’ll probably feel like that tomorrow as I’ll be doing the same thing again. I slept in this morning after my mom took me to the bathroom before she left for work. I had to literally turn off my TV but I did eventually go back to bed. My TV made a lovely sound after I turned it on while I was eating lunch this afternoon. My poor little TV. It’s almost ready to crap out on me. I’ve had it for years and it was my first ever TV too. It’s one of my long list of “babies” as that’s what I call every one of my gadgets I use on a daily basis. Anyways, I slept from 7am to 1:30pm. I didn’t get much sleep last night either so I regained all those hours by sleeping away this morning. I’ve got to say though, I was less bored today than yesterday.

I’ve realized that I might be going through withdrawals from unfollowing all of those magazine pages on my Facebook because earlier today I was very curious…probably too curious about a person on Facebook and now I’ll be adding that person back on my prayer list for an entirely different reason now. One good thing that happened today, well actually two, but I’ll say this one first. A new Twitter follower and I were having a discussion about how the show Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D is on a mini hiatus again and likes to keep us on our toes. She tweeted about it first and she had included all of the actors on the show plus Mr. Stan Lee and we got like four of our tweets “favorited” by Elizabeth Henstridge, who plays Jemma Simmons on the show and that just made my day. I was still half asleep when I first got on Twitter and that’s the first thing I saw and it instantly woke me up. The second thing is I’m getting closer to finishing PART 15 in my little story. It’s coming together a little bit slower than it has been, but after writing three sections in one week a couple of weeks ago, I have a lot to cover and so I’m telling myself to slow down the process because I want to let everything to come together easily, not be forced out of me. Which is why I didn’t work on it last week like I said I would. Hopefully sometime soon, I’ll have it published.

I do post updates as I go on with it on my blog’s Facebook page. I have been posting questions of things I might include in the new section. I post how many words I have written and I sometimes post quotes that go with each character/couple. If you would like to be updated daily go here. I’ve also been thinking about changing the title from “What Is Love” to “”All We Need Is Us” but I’m not sure about it yet. Do you have any suggestions on which title I should choose?

Pop Culture

Something that I think everybody is obsessed with is gossiping. We’ve all done it a hundred times, no matter what you think or say, you’re just as guilty of it too. We assume first before we find out any thing else out. When I first heard about Kaley Cucco was engaged for a couple of weeks or months, I don’t remember what it was, everybody (including myself) well “she’s got to be pregnant” and sometimes that’s true, but lately I’ve realized it’s not like that anymore it seems like. Everybody who is getting pregnant is married or has been engaged longer to even before they announce they’re expecting and they usually don’t get married until either right before the baby comes or a few months after the baby arrives. I mean, if you were to look outside the life of these celebrities and look around your neighborhood, they are doing the exact same thing. We complain and make comments on Facebook all the time and after just reading these bad and annoying comments that people make every single day. I stopped commenting and “liking” posts to stop seeing the box appear. My mom is obsessed with all of these magazines. Everytime she goes to the store, she will literally get four or five of them at a time. After she’s read them, she stores them underneath the coffee table.

One of the main reasons why I have always said “no” to becoming a journalist is the fact that nowadays, lying to get a buck is pretty popular. It’s always been popular since probably the first newspaper was published. I don’t want to be one of those people who has to lie and somebody reads it and tells me it’s not enough. Do more. Make up something. I’m usually pretty good about making up stories, but I don’t feel like be sued for what my boss wanted out of me. So it’s not worth it to tear somebody down just to get paid for it. So with that being said, I can say proudly that I have went and unliked all of the magazine pages on my Facebook. I never had any on my Twitter so I’m pretty okay with not seeing everybody’s personal lives plastered in pictures and reporters asking and wondering if one couple is cute or not. Everybody knows I don’t like being a burden to people and have my own set of rules in my mind so doing this shouldn’t be a big shock to you. I hate people enough, I’d rather not hate innocent people because everybody has something juicy about them. I’ve been wanting to clean my room for almost a month and instead I cleaned my Facebook. It’s not a bad thing really.