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Before I am pelted with virtual rotten fruit and vegetables (my fridge is full of them so lay off already!) I’m talking about unintentional plagiarism.

The kind that happens when no one is looking. Not even you.

The kind that happens because you read thousands of bloggy words a day and some of them just stay with you like barnacles on a ship (only they are much nicer than barnacles in that they are nothing like barns or even acles which, duh! b/c acles” isn’t a real word even if “barns” is).

Case in point: I don’t know for sure which bloggist started up with the word “helk” as I have seen it around a lot lately but as a swear-word-repressed child I love it to the very fiber of my bones. As a result, there are times when I just can’t help but use it even though it is far from my own creation.

(What was that? You want me to stop using your “word”? Go ahead, make me! Go on! Hold my head in the toilet water until I pass out! But when I get out of here the word most likely to stream from my mouth like a bat outta hell is “helk”.)

Then there are all the great ideas for blog posts one simply can’t resist. I suppress them into the deepest core of my none-too-deep brain (which is to say--none too deep) where I forget about them entirely until one day I write a sassy, kick-a (I ripped that off of some bloggist somewhere) of a blog post and a kind commenter informs me it is funny and cute and JUST like so-and-so’s post from last week.


What the HELK?

Then there’s the “that way”, or it’s coattail cousin, “like that” as in “I’m just a plagiarist like that”. Believe me, I truly try to control myself with these cutie-patootie phrases since I associate them so closely with one bloggist in particular and she has this “thing” about plagiarism (she’s paranoid like that) so I use it sparingly. In my deepest heart of hearts, I know it’s not “me” to talk that way and using those phrases are a total and complete rip-off. Yet some things, heaven help me, just have to be “said”.

I’m a fatalist like that. Or that way. Depending. (Whatev!)

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