I’ve got something to put in you

 I’ve been using the word "gay" as a pejorative too much lately.  The Palex picked up on it and asked what it meant.  I said it meant happy, and immediately wanted to stab myself multiple times in the skull.  ARRG…  What a fucking cliché parent I am.  I wanted to tell him what it really meant, but I didn’t want him to associate that with negativity. 

So then my dad asked the Palex if he thought something was cool, and he replied "Wow, that’s gay".  He meant it as a compliment, but I don’t think my dad believed me.  🙁 

The chick I sit next to at work – let’s call her Cher – has pointed out this habit to me.  She says it makes me sound like a 12 year old boy and I have to agree.  So I’ve decided to create a kind of swear jar in order to combat this.  Everytime I use the word "gay" inappropriately, I’ll put my spare change in there.  If I get lots of money, I’ll donate it to an AIDS charity.   I call it the Gay Jar.

Yes, I want to spend all money at a gay jar, gay jar, GAY JAR!!!