Songs stuck in my head today:
Beastie Boys -- Root Down
Mary Poppins -- A Spoonful of Sugar (spit spot!)
I was trying to get something, a bottle of shampoo maybe, out of the depths of my backpack, crammed in a locker. I hate running back and forth to my backpack and the locker for every third thing. The bottle, or whatever it was, was being difficult. As it is my custom to talk to inanimate objects, I mumbled, "Come out, motherfucker!"
I realized it was the first time I'd said "motherfucker" in over 2 weeks. Before I came here, it was part of my hourly vocabulary.
What is happening to me?
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