From Clairely Molly:
I am not a crude person. I blush to say "bathroom" instead of "restroom" in public.
The only person I am ever the least bit crude with is my main girl Madi, and our "crudeness" is probably the equivalent of a dialogue between two seventh grade boys looking at National Geographic.
Our Algebra II class was comprised of nerdy freshmen, normal sophomores, and a handful of uninterested junior boys. One of these boys, let's call him Eric, had a running gag that he would always write on the whiteboard near another of the boy's, let's call him Drew, desk. It was "boobs, by Drew". Freshman Madi and Freshman Molly were shocked by this use of practically a curse word in public - in school, even! But Freshman Madi and Freshman Molly grew a lot that first year of high school and lost a very small bit of their naivete and started writing "boobs, by Drew" anywhere they could because it is always funny and never gets old. (See statement about seventh grade boys.)
Everyone needs to have a Molly, OK? If you can't write Boobs, by Drew on everything and not feel good about your life, I feel sorry for you.
1. Grey or Blue, by Jaymay. This song is all about my love life and I can't get it out of my head.
2. Somewhereinamerica, by JAY Z. Because this song reminds me of NYC, and I spent 4 nights of this week wishing I was in NYC.
3. Falling, by Yuna. Finding a new great artist is alway fun. Find Yuna.
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