I'm on the road currently, spreading my fuckery throughout the southwest. What does that mean for you nice people? All it means is that the quality of my posts may be slightly altered, as I have to write them on my phone with limited resources. Other than that, same fuckin blog, with the same fuckin content!!
Anyshoe.
Husband has pointed out how increasingly my life has become a somewhat musical narrative, as he often catches me talking or singing to myself.
It's pretty much exactly like that Vine, with completely improvised melodies, words, and occasionally cripple choreography.
Why do I do it?
Because I'm bored and lonely for the most part, but also because I am so ridiculously talented I just can't stand to hold it all in!!!
I kid, I kid.
Nothing I have to say or create is that inventive. Most of the time I just narrate what's happening with a sing-song lilt to my voice. If I need filler I'll insert a lot of "and then" or "and stuff."
If there's really nothing to mention, then I just "blah" all over the place. This usually means singing popular songs, but replacing the lyrics with "blah."
This especially drives husband crazy, which makes it all the more satisfying.
So funny thank you
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