every now and again i become acutely aware of my linguistic quirks, which annoy me so much that i vow to stop talking until i’ve figured out a better way to express myself. (naturally, the resolve lasts for all of forty seconds.)

you know what’s really mortifying? having one’s conversational sentences transcribed. nothing quite like seeing all of one’s vocal tics on paper. “oh lord…i really do talk like that, don’t i?”