Current Mood: weary
The Problem: The theme tune from Psych is stuck in my head and I can’t hear myself think half the time
I’m the kind of person who sings at the top of her lungs even though I can’t sing my way out a code encrypted safe box. I mumble partial tunes under my breath when the mood strikes me, I belt out my Taylor Swift/Simple Plan favorites while I get ready to go out and most importantly, I sing along to the title sequences of television shows whenever I’m in the middle of a back-to-back marathon.
What can I say, it’s a curse I have to bear.