You know, for a girl who has spent most of her life with a pen in hand, writing snarky observations or with her near-sighted eyes stuck in a book---
I have a shameful vocabulary.
Like, as I'm writing, I realize that I use some words over and over again. But my overused words are never words like "behoove" or "anodyne" or "ancillary." They range more towards "really", "almost," "actually" and "never."
And that's just my written vocabulary, which is far better than my spoken vocabulary. While speaking, I tend to grunt more than actually talk and then there's the inevitable slip into bleep-worthy words. I'm a New Yorker. I can't help my profanity-laced conversation.
I have a friend who is a Scrabble aficionado; Scrabble, which is, of course, a lot like the popular online game Words With Friends. This friend peppers casual conversation with words like "behoove","bemused" and "quiescent." In fact, when she's been drinking, the words get more complex, she gets into second and third definitions, and my mind is blown with the fact that I don't know the definitions of most of those words.
My dad once said--I believe while I was complaining about the vocabulary I had to memorize for the dreaded SAT--that learning more complex vocab is important in imparting more precise meanings.
Now if I could only be more strategic and get on the Triple Word boxes more often.