Writer's Block: The Wrath of Ohrwurm
Too late, it already did. THREE times today (in the bathroom at Raffles City, in a shop and what are the odds - sitting beside some teenager on the train with no concept of in-ear music)
I'M NOT A GIRL, NOT YET A WOOOOMAN. ALL I NEED IS TIME, A MOMENT THAT IS MINE, WHIIIIIIIIILE I'M IN BEE-TWEEEN (repeat. Endless friggin' repeat)
(Britney Spears)
THAT LINE KEEPS PLAYING IN MY HEAD.
Undead Earworms: Aa singing with tremendous gusto that irritating Enrique song (I REFUSE to google the title - doyouknowwhat it feeeeeeeeeeeeels like, lovin someone/body) because he knows it makes my skin crawl and that obviously gives him endless joy and glee.
I'M NOT A GIRL, NOT YET A WOOOOMAN. ALL I NEED IS TIME, A MOMENT THAT IS MINE, WHIIIIIIIIILE I'M IN BEE-TWEEEN (repeat. Endless friggin' repeat)
(Britney Spears)
THAT LINE KEEPS PLAYING IN MY HEAD.
Undead Earworms: Aa singing with tremendous gusto that irritating Enrique song (I REFUSE to google the title - doyouknowwhat it feeeeeeeeeeeeels like, lovin someone/body) because he knows it makes my skin crawl and that obviously gives him endless joy and glee.