It is a long, boring, drive with nothing to think about from my town to the next town over where the bigger grocery store and the Dollarama and the Walmart are. I should not be alone with my thoughts. Inevitably, I turn on the radio, which, as far as I can tell, is:

• 45% country music (half french, half english);
• 30% all the pop songs that I don’t like and never the ones I do;
• 5% that Christian station that’s always explaining the Bible to me;
• and 20% classic rock.

Also, inevitably, I can find Queen. Like every time. Mainly Under Pressure. Sometimes We Are The Champions. But today it was Fat Bottomed Girls and now, since I am a fat-bottomed girl, the song is stuck in my head.

I have been trying to do to much lately, and so, nothing gets done. Sorry blog. Hopefully I will be back after I’m done teaching (math) and my book gets out (soon) and I am no longer sewing costumes that got done, phew.

Maybe me yelling “You da victim!” at Tesfa this morning was a dick move on my part. Meh.

Totally forgot about this song until it was in the episode of Halt and Catch Fire I watched two days ago. Stuck in my head ever since.

Earlier this week is was The Rapping Cat, which I cannot give you a youtube link for since it’s a song one of Tesfa’s friends made up for her, but I’ll put the lyrics below so you can bask in its awesomeness:

I’m a cat, not a fox
I poop in a box
When I want fresh fish
I head to the docks

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, dab x2

What’s the situation?
The situation is that the rapping cat is in the nation.

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, dab x2

End

Now that I’ve shared that with you what all the happening nine year olds in my small Maritime song are singing, the song currently in my head is:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mG78M7g9wRo

You can take the Meghan out of the United Church of Canada, but you can’t take the old Protestant hymns out of her earworm repository.

has a song clearly for Mondays stuck in it.

Do other people get poetry stuck in their heads the way that songs sometimes bunker their way in there? Because right now I have Tyger, Tyger stuck in mine, and it has been there for about ninety minutes now, with no interest in vacating.

I don’t know brain. Stop asking me.

I don’t know why — haven’t heard this song in ages. What is going on in my brain that this pops into my head out of nowhere?

Haven’t been on a boat in over a year. So why is this the song that is stuck in my head?

Fuck land I’m on a boat motherfucker.

I plan to cross-stitch ^^ and hang it by our front door, like a Home Sweet Home for my house.