I’ve been away for a couple of weeks.
Not away as in hiding in a cave away, but away as in spending time out of the city; relaxing, recuperating, hanging out with my friends and family in real life, on the telephone and on skype.
It’s been lovely – I hope you have all had nice holidays too.

I had stern words from my mother these holidays;

You shouldn’t swear on your blog so much

Which is probably true.
I probably shouldn’t – if I was writing my blog thinking about what people would think when they read it.
Which I don’t.  I don’t write my blog for anyone in particular.  In fact studies** have shown that no one reads my blog.

** By studies I mean stats reports which show about 120-160 visit my blog each day.

So I apologise for my language without really apologising.

I write how I speak – in my head.  Well actually out loud.
I speak what I want to write – sort it out verbally and then I write the sentence.

If you only visit once and then get turned off by my potty mouth, then I’m sorry that happened but you are probably not back to read this so I guess it doesn’t really matter.
Things happen and I blog them.  You get the good, the bad and the uuly.  But you get me.

If Mom doesn’t want me to swear on my blog so much then perhaps I should pay attention to how much I swear when I am speaking.  Perhaps I should also sit up a little straighter, wear a few more dresses and start to act like more of a lady.

Or should I?  Fuck no.

I like to swear.
I enjoy putting a little emphasis on the word shit.  Saying that I am really fucked off makes me feel better.  And a little less fucked off.
I very rarely crack out the big C word however every once and a while … its appropriate.
I don’t agree that swearing is an amplification of my challenged communication skills.  I communicate very well thank you very much.

I tell myself that my swearing is endearing.  It is – isn’t it?