So…The following is in English. Not my native language. That's on puprose.
This morning I opened my blog to check on my spelling…again! Yeah, I read my entries everyday three days after I posted them for there are always mistakes left. As long as I don’t have the thing written on a paper in front of my face, I always let some slip.
I was not…no! I haven’t been in a very good mood for some reasons when I noticed a comment on my last post calling me “hun” and telling me that I should be more familiar with spelling check.
That’s all? That arsehole came here at 22h35, read me and left a message to comment on me not writing properly?
The comment was left by someone who is proud enough to condescendingly address me like I'm a child and publicly humiliate me but not to leave her/his name.
So just one thing, as far as my English is concerned I’m not going to let some little pricky tight-arsed viper-tongued strict wannabe doctoring mum give me any lessons! And I am certainly not going to let people who barely know how to speak and spell one and only language, their own native, give any advice or any comment on how I write.
I’ll let friends of mine like Celine who knows at least three to fours languages to comment on that but not someone who dares call me “hun”.
The “hun” thing show that the person is surely female and English, and the capital Y of the “you” after a coma shows that she knows about punctuation and grammar as much as I know about basket ball. One sentence, four words and she managed to make a mistake.
Why don’t you just get lost you irrelevant lowbrow!
PS. I left spelling errors in that message. Find them all and we’ll have a chance to meet, hun.
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