Sometimes life is like standing on a stepping stone in the middle of a roaring river.

The good thing about stepping stones is there's never just one.
If you keep moving from one to the next, eventually you'll reach the other side.

Tuesday, 19 October 2010

The problem with dull lectures is you have so much time to think

I wonder if I'm a snob.  There's a boy I used to work with who apparently fancies me, and the reason I won't even consider him is because he can't spell. And I don't just mean missing the occasional letter out either. He has no concept of their, there or they're. 'Where' and 'were' appear to be completely interchangeable as do 'had' and 'has', and he sees nothing wrong with telling me all the things he 'would of done' if he had the time.  

If I ever have a boyfriend again I'll want him to write letters, that's part of the deal with me. But if I got a letter from this guy I'd just be reaching for the red pen. 

Am I a snob?
xXx

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