"Hella" has somehow creeped into my vocabulary.
My first reaction:
At first, I was very uncomfortable with the fact that I was dropping H-Bombs unintentionally. And today, for the first time, I used it intentionally in a conversation with Nathan:
Suzanne: man, con law
Suzanne: that's hella exciting and dramatic.
It was at that moment that I was simultaneously disgusted and... PROUD. It was as if I had finally earned my keep in the Bay Area. I've realized that I sorta want to live here for at least a few more years, and so maybe this is my way of embracing the culture without totally losing all respect by getting into the Hyphy movement (see, i don't even think i spelled that correctly). It's not like i'm dropping 50 H-Bombs a day, but I feel comfortable using it from time to time.
Yes, I know it's not a real word. No, I am not a traitor. Hopefully I can drop this habit before I have children so that I don't have a pack of chilluns runnin around, goin dumb with their thizz faces, saying that things are "hecka cool." And no, I will never like grills.
In conclusion, my feeling about my new vocabulary:
Thanks, Hillary. I like you, too. (Believe me, I tried to find a picture of Nancy Pelosi that fit the ticket.)
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