I wear tights now un-ironically. Well, maybe not un-ironically to those who have to look at me all day.
I realized that the antonym to ironic is sincere (not un-ironic), but I still refuse to change the point above.
I’ve been romanticizing Winnipeg lately. Seriously. But I probably couldn’t wear tights in the winter in Winnipeg so I’m feeling pretty conflicted.
Walt can’t differentiate between “I’m” and “My”. So it sounds like he’s owning his behavior instead of describing it. The best example: “My naked.” You go, girl.
I’ve been determined to stick to my budget this month. Tomorrow is the first day December and I’m super excited to buy vinegar and moisturizer.
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Sincere is so different from un-ironic- I’m with you. For the record I would have gone non-ironic, but that’s where we differ I suppose: in the prefixes we choose for the words we create when ordinary English just doesn’t suffice.