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(Find throughout this post all the Fucks I’ve given over 63 volumes).

(the artistic fuq)

It’s crazy how attached to swearing I am. Sometimes I felt like my point wouldn’t be made if I didn’t throw an “f” word in there, or it wouldn’t sound like me if I said “holy smokes.” Turns out I rely heavily on my abrasive personality to get me through life.

(to the backdrop of Garfield)

I will say as the week continued I became more and more aware of the language I was using. I would purse my lips to say the “b” word, and then stop myself. Or I’d actually say “aw man, that’s shitty” and hear the word a little louder than maybe I previously had.

I talked with a few different friends about the use of curse words and some of them didn’t even notice how much I swore until I was trying not to. We tried to come up with alternatives, but nothing really feels as satisfying as that hard F.

(The classic scribble fuck)

The best I thing we came up with was Shuck Knuckle. Haven’t used it in context and honestly wouldn’t know how.

(The desperate shitfuck)

As I get older and more aware of myself and the person I think I’d like to be, I think it’s useful to be more aware of the person I am, and this has certainly given me perspective.

Yay growth.

A few weeks ago I mentioned I was going to study the GRITS. album Art of Translation and never brought it back up cause I didn’t get around to it.

Well I’m getting around to it this week. If you like gospel rap originating from Tennessee, then you like really specific things and should 1000% check out GRITS. The first two songs were pretty popular. “Here We Go” and “Ooh Ahhh (My Life Be Like)” played around church to make sermons cool for the young kids and even played on KDUK, the local young people radio station in Springfield and Eugene, Oregon.

I’ve dabbled with the rest of the album a couple times and it’s definitely better than other albums I’ve listened to for JACLAND.

Was anyone a fan back in the early 2000s? Did we go to church together and just never put two and two together? Let me know if you have tidbits or memories of Art of Translation and I’ll let you know if I could choke it down for a whole week.

Wish me luck and tell me all the embarrassing things you did as a young Christian (I shit my bathing suit at church camp, so really nothing is off limits here). (Also the use of the “s” word here is valid. I pooped my bathing suit makes me feel like a Spongebob character). Also also, not that it matters but this is not even a fourth of the fucks I’ve displayed over the years, as one can imagine.

Notes on Health

Last Week I was sick. It took a minute, but I’m better and have a few thoughts on the process Tiny Jac thought would cure me.

-Orange Juice:
Super high in sugar. Even the fresh stuff. Also, I think the orange juice thing was a myth sold to us from Minute Maid. Cause there are a ton of things with more vitamin c than oranges.

In one cup of homemade fresh orange juice per MyFitnessPal

-Organics:
As a rule, organics are purchased to avoid the weird chemicals they put in GMOs and pesticides they spray on foods (honestly current articles are not 100% for organic right now). They’re also infinitely more expensive because they have a tendency to go bad quicker. So, Tiny Jac lived at home and her money was basically free. She could buy organics. Now she’s unemployed and eats the vegetables they keep outside of the market that are constantly sprayed with New York exhausted and street slush. I’m talking 3 peaches for $1 that literally cough when you pick them up.

-Gargle with salt water:
This is the thing my mom made me do as a kid that only comes second in importance to rubbing Vicks vapor rub on my chest. It makes me gag, I hate it, I didn’t do it, I still got better.

Dec. 2018

-Stay clean:
Wtf does that even mean?

Anyway, I’m doing better and don’t trust Tiny Jac’s advice about health. She was delirious most of the time and as mentioned last week, a self proclaimed “druggy.”

This week…. sigh.

Raise your hand if you know me personally…

Ok so this week…

Wow, I’m having a hard time saying it.

I’m giving up swearing.

No more fucks, son of a bitch’s, god dammits, shiiiiiiiiit’s. Like, I’m going to have to figure out how to describe things. I’m learning French but finding actual descriptive words without cursing is going to be harder.

…It’s only one week.

God, Tiny Jac was such a Christian. She was just making real life friends in high school and was in constant fear that she was moving too far away from the path of Christ. Swearing was a contributor.

She grew up to know seven words total and five of them are curse words (the other two are please and thanks. I’m not a monster).

It’s fine, I don’t need to talk this week.

Ok…. starting… now.

Wish me luck and really REALLY don’t piss me off this week (is piss a curse word?)