Randomness Inc.

I can’t focus. I’m supposed to be writing an Ezra paper. Can’t… do… it… can’t… focus…

You know what I want to do right now? Go out for coffee. Chyeah. FOXY!

Today for Spirit Week we had Injury Day. So, I naturally had a black eye and blood running out of my mouth and nose for it. Quite exciting.

Here’s the word of the day: Foxy. I’ve been saying it like all the annoying girls said “Really? Really?” and “Not gonna lie…” in high school. (Insert your own LOL whenever.) Lately everything and everyone has simply been FOXY. He’s foxy. She’s foxy. This Pop-Tart is foxy. Your mom is foxy. And then there are some things that go beyond foxy… when they enter the realm of “uber foxy” it becomes a new word:

SOXY. (Foxy + sexy.)

Examples of soxy in the common tongue: “He has so many large muscles. What a soxy man.” … “This apple is exquisite. Simply soxy.” … “Look at that girl’s deltoids! Soxy!”

You get the gist. But what, pray tell, is the direct opposite of soxy?

NOTXY. (Not + foxy.) “Eww, look at that boil on her lip. NOTXY!”

Now that you been introduced to this shallow (but exhilarating) pattern of describing people and things, go and do something else. (PS… Mullet, it is definitely spelled ‘fartsniff.’ But alas, to err is human.)