Some strange and funny linguisitic challenges have cropped up. Namely, I’ve adopted a new, completely involuntary, and grammatically very incorrect way of speaking.
Riding the T, looking at a poster of a woman I asked Alex: “Who is her?”
Explaining to Alex why I don’t want put my old computer on the curb for garbage pickup: “I don’t want them to find about me”
What I find so funny is that I was once an English and ESL teacher. No, I didn’t get fired, I got burnt, as in burnout.
I hope Me Talk Pretty One Day.