Relational Medium
I’ve Got A Lot Of Earworms
And I don’t want it to stop
Looking at the blank screen. Trying to come up with a title. Knowing the backstory. This is what I hear,
And we’ll never be lonely anymore Because we’re Goin’ to the chapel And we’re gonna get married Goin’ to the chapel And we’re gonna get married Gee I really love you And we’re gonna get married
and then
So I creep, yeah, just creepin’ on, On the down low, ‘cept nobody is supposed to know. So I creep yeah, ’cause he doesn’t know what I do
And from there, my brain couldn’t keep up with my brain. No wonder I stay tired all the time. Sheesh. How do you tell your 530 followers that there’s a new kid in town…
There’s talk on the street, it sounds so familiar Great expectations everybody’s watching you People you meet, they all seem to know you Even your old friends treat you like you’re something new
Enter Fuck Niches. The brainchild of none other than My Boy Jason. Jason, under torture (I threatened to sing and send him the links), relented and allowed me to board ship.
Unless a piece that I write is niche-specific (gasp!) then it will be rocking the boat here at Jason’s. Aaaaaaaaaaand I just got another earworm! Give a girl a break. I was a budding DJ in the late 70s early 80s. I’ve listened to a lot of music.
So, if you don’t want to keep clicking on See More on my page, I suggest ya’ll roll this way and follow Fuck Niches. That way you’ll be sure to never miss me or Jason or any of the other talent there.
Without further ado here is my premiere on Fuck Niches.
Now if you’ll excuse me, YouTube beacons.
Terry
And for those of you who don’t know what an earworm is, Dictionary.com defines it as:
noun, a tune or part of a song that repeats in one’s mind.
verb (used with object), to work (itself or its way) into a person’s mind: The Pepsi jingles have earwormed their way into my head.
Giving credit where credit is due:
The Dixie Cups, Going to the Chapel
TLC, Creep