True Confessions Of A Shy Girl

Most of my vocabulary I learned from reading. I was tragically introverted growing up, but I spent a lot of time with books. As such, I regularly find myself turning hilarious shades of red due to my comical mispronunciation of words that I have only utilized in their text form until my mistaken decision to attempt to utter them.

So, uh, “menarche?” Yeah, that rhymes with anarchy, not marsh.

Who knew?

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03/08/2010. Tags: . Uncategorized.

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