Few things are as consistently and excrutiatingly annoying as getting Whitney Houston‘s The Greatest Love of All stuck in your head for no apparent reason. I don’t even think I’ve heard that song in years, but it’s been in my head for days now. What’s driving me nuts is that my synapses are also concocting lyrics to the song to complement whatever I’m doing. So while I’m washing the coffee pot in the morning I hear, “I believe that coffee’s in my future …” or when I get into the shower, “The greatest shower / of all / is happening to me …”
Gadzooks, man! Make it stop!
I’ve had James K. Polk in my head for at least a week. He just won’t get out of there.
I’ve had James K. Polk in my head for at least a week. He just won’t get out of there.
You’re so funnie, u. :0*