Les Clear Somethin' Up Hea

There seems to be a some misinterpretations floatin' 'round due to the way I tend to write (and chat), so less get this straight; I'm no toothless hillbilly that needs to take her shoes off to count to 12, nor do I aspire to "join tha hood."
I gots "papers". Ya know, tha ones that say ya did enuff time, passed enuff classes (even if I DID pay that one dood to take my Trig), to be college edumacated.
I have written a thesis or two. (There's some of that pomposity.)
I have TALONS, not nails, so I make a lotta typos that I'm too freakin' lazy, or "narced" (I''ll 'splain that one later if ya don't know wut it means), to fix.
I don't use spellcheck cause, well....duhhhh, I use werds like "wut", "cuz", "enuff" and "werd", ALL THA TIME! I'd be hea all day sayin "no, that one's ok." I dunno 'bout u, but I ain't got dat much time.
See here's tha thang of it; Imma G.R.I.T.S. gurl (gurl raised in tha South). Born in Ferriday, La. (home of Jerry Lee Louis, and otha nefarious characters, so don't tell nobody. mmmk?), and "brought up" in Uptown, Nawlins.
Bein' a G.R.I.T.S. gurl I know everyone's furst name, "Hunnie", "Sugah", "Dawlin", or "Hawt", and I make a mean Mint Julip. I'm exceedingly polite, and will always ask ya, "Howz ya momma?"
I tend to write/ chat tha way I tawk (even if it's overly exaggerated), so if ya don't understand me, just let me know. The un-abridged, Coonass Dictionary will be hastily sent. NOT!
I'm a just a gurl (ok! A fawty three yea old gurl!), that tries not to take life too seriously, gettin me some of this bloggin' fun.
But, know this....I know enough big-ass words and castrating insults to send you whining outta my bloggy space like tha fat kid that always got picked last for kickball. K?
That is all. Carry on.