Slang

My slang is stunted, dwindling and dying.

I used to pride myself on my witty turn of a phrase.

10 years overseas has killed it.
I only talk to a handful of native English speakers: 2 regularly.

We've become incestuous with our slang: using each others outdated slang with nothing new being infused into the mix.

I'm sure if you heard us talking together, we'd sound like a bad 80's sitcom.

In another 10 years we might be fashionable.

Rockin'

Brazilian Bus Drivers and Belts

In Brazil buses have a buzzer that warns the driver that he is over the speed limit.

Some drivers drive below the speed limit.

Some speed and ignore the buzzer; eventually it just becomes background noise.

Some hover around the buzzer threshold: buzzer rings, stops, rings, stops,...
These drivers are the most annoying, as you are constantly expecting and waiting for the buzzer to go off again; or you are dozing off and the buzzer startles you back to full consciousness.

My belt is like those Brazilian bus drivers.

In summer I'm a 3rd holer: under or on my ideal weight.
In winter I'm a 2nd holer: over my ideal weight, but it's a daily thing to be expected.
But at the moment I'm hovering between the 2nd and 3rd hole.

It's annoying: somedays I use the 2nd hole and other days I use the 3rd.

At least there isn't a buzzer on my belt.