bellyachin'

i have a texan accent, y'all.

i know, i know. Thar's nuthin' more off-puttin' than a non-Texan tryin' t' pass 'erself off as bein' from this here great state o' Texas.

And I'm not trying to. Really. In fact, i've been working hard to keep my diction very "International Standard English", or my concept of it. The problem lies in my knack for accents, coupled with the tendency to mirror whoever I'm speaking with in order to facilitate interaction and help everyone feel at ease. When I whine about it, people (from here, naturally) say i don't have a Texan accent. Patrick says he hasn't noticed it. But I have. And some guy from California asked about it too when I told him I'm from Seattle.

And so here i am. An Asian girl in Texas who drawls with the rest of them. sht.

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i have been so silly. I will claim extreme duress and extraordinary circumstances, of course. But the heart of it is that I have so much on my plate as it is and i really shouldn't be poking at what someone else has.

luz, i love you for simply smiling knowingly as i rant on and rail against the world for its inconsistencies. We both know it's just me. You wait patiently as i stumble upon the same realizations I know but somehow always manage to forget.

You're welcome to gently remind me that in the world of "your-business/my-business/God's-business". the only one I need tend to is my own.