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Saturday, August 14, 2010 . 8/14/2010 11:09:00 PM

I realized when I decided not follow the "swearing quota" I give myself, swear words start flowing out of my mouth like water from a waterfall; non-stop. 

It doesn't help that Big Bro swears like a sailor. Okay, it's not as bad as certain guys in my class, but it's more often than I do.

I shall put my quota back. It doesn't feel right to swear so much. My cousins can't even utter the words "shit" or "damn", which I'm so used to using. I don't think they know how to use "What the hell" anyway. So I must be A BIT like them. But not as angelic as them. I don't think I can even get by a day like them. They carry the Bible everywhere!

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