Jellybean wrote:
I once sat in a toilet cubicle at college because I had an OCD thing where I couldn't leave a cubicle while someone was outside it. I overheard this conversation:
Girl 1: Oh my God I had like the worst nightmare last night
Girl 2: What was it? What was it?
Girl 1: Well there I was like, on my way out and I looked down and like realised that I hadn't shaved my legs and they were like really hairy!
Girl 2: Woah that's like awful
Girl 1: I know!
I just cringed and thought if leg hair is all these girls had to worry about in life then they are lucky beggars...
LMFAO!! ! I L aughed so hard I was afraid that I was about it pass out from not breathing
Anyway, I heard this conversation when I was in high school and NEVER forgot it
One girl asked the other girl...so do you LIKE him??
"Well I like him, but not like LIKE like him like that. but just kinda LIKE him like that."
WTF!! And I am supposed to be the one with a communication problem!
LIKE- the NT tween all-purpose verb
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