Too much of a good thing.

So here’s some words that I’ve picked up it and over use. This will increase your sensitivity to my repetition, sorry. To begin the list are two words given to me by my first boyfriend. ‘Par,’ because it instantly makes me sound sophisticated and I can no longer imagine that there is an appropriate substitute for this intelligent conjunction. The second is steaming with pretensh, but I’ve been known to make a sentence just to use it because one feels good about finding a place for the word ‘aforementioned.’

The most recent word is a gift from the Ausie exchange students that glamoured me with their cute accents and out-of-season tans when I arrived in Utrecht weeks ago. The word is ‘heaps’ and I’m still not sure how to use it correctly, but nonetheless I find heaps of places to add it. The next is taken from the badass protagonist of ‘The Catcher and the Rye.’ I have fallen in love with the double word ‘goddam.’ I try to preserve it for using it in the flavour of David Copperfield: non-condemning but to chill myself out.

Finally, and most importantly, I am absolutely addicted to an inconsequential and 9 out or 10 times unnecessary word. I stick this word into so many sentences it makes me dizzy. When I need to lower my word count of any writing assignment all I have to do is set up MicrosoftWord to automatically replace it with a space. What is that word? That word that gives me headaches? That makes me sound that I am dull? That makes it seem that I can’t write that well? You guessed it. It’s ‘that.’ That fucking aforementioned word is the bane of my existence and par a few situations it results in heaps of goddam confusion.