yes, that is it.
i am obsessed and irritated beyond reason: i can not write ten pages of text without making gazillions of errors, and then, to add insult to injury, i am much too fond of perverting words to say nothing of exploring the barriers of grammar.
i am forever marred by the experience of each spelling error costing one grade level, thus i never managed anything better in journalism classes than a C since i always invariable could be counted on making three errors, but never four! who said i was a perfectionist?
the spell checker in ecto complains about the word "gazillions" and i know it to be correct, so you go figure on which gadgets you can trust! this also irritates.
then my fucked up word is in german and it took me several months until i finally set english, great britain english as its standard language. at that it complained and asked in disbelief if i was sure that i wanted that oddly colonized language as my standard language. fuck it, yes!
why great britain english? and ecto, as much i love my blog editor does it know that language?
this is clear, it is time to pack and go to the seaside.
but you have to prepare the paper for barcelona!
but you have a few other commitments!
but you have this!
but you have that!
you can not just pack and go!
or can you?
mind fucking is a much too simple game, why do i engage in it?
