Don't touch him he might have diseases

Yes I am a loser.

One fucking chord.
I am obsessed with one fucking chord.
It is the simplest thing I have ever heard. AND I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.
I want to write that. That one chord that makes someone, somewhere completely fucking mental.

Right ho to business then.
There's this little thing, comes about every month or so, called a family meal. I hate my family. Not in a 'OH I HATE MY FAMILY - IT'S SO UNNNNFAIR' way. No. I just hate my family. With a passion. So this evening came about today, I dreaded it, but it still happened, and now, having just got home, I feel like punching myself in the face until I can't remember what just happened
How can anyone talk about nothing for so long?
I swear they were literally saying BLAH BLAH FUCKING BLAH I'M SO PREGNANT BLAH - I of course contributed nothing at all, did this bother them? Not in the slightest, you see I'm the weird one in my family, I'm allowed to be quiet and not look at anyone, I prefer it, a lot.

But again rant over.

So this bloody chord. I know which one it is, but I don't want to succumb to playing it, I just want to put it out of my head and ignore it - unfortunately I keep listening to the song, and cramming it down other people's throats, in the hope they'll go insane as well - but fat chance of that, I'm the weird one.

I think my Scottish accent is coming through, I can sing in it perfectly now, talking is more difficult, but still - I don't want that again, my lisp practically explodes out of my throat when I do have it, spraying anyone and everyone with dirty globules of unpronounceable saliva. But maybe I'll use to my advantage, convince people I'm someone else, have some fun - but that's not likely, I don't have much fun at the moment.

Who the hell wants to say fetish anyway.