i think : about what's on my mind not much more.................why did you have to typ that now i am thinking about school
Brushing
Whats on the mind
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i think : about what's on my mind not much more.................why did you have to typ that now i am thinking about school
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:mog:
-brushes-
"Wow, it looks like I'm a mad dog. Grr. I am the mad dog-xor. I so pwn."
-remains a loser and brushes-
"The mirror looks dirty. I should clean it sometime. OMG. I'm drooling again!"
-worries and looks around frantically-
"I hope Myles doesn't walk in while I have white foam coming out of my mouth and I'm drooling. Sure doesn't look right. What if he doesn't love me anymore?!?!?! OMFG!!"
-tries to wipe drool off and drools twice as much-
". . ."
-gives up and just stands there drooling-
Yup. Morning and afternoon. These are my inquisitive thoughts of DOOM.
I just brush.. I don't really think of anything.
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I always play music while I'm getting ready in the morning, so in the morning I'm thinking of the song that is playing. I have no idea what I'm thinking in the evening. But it's probably something like thoughts on the show I just watched or the game I was just playing or the fun I had going out that evening.
I usually wander around my room while brushing my teeth.![]()
i have no clue, so it must not be anything important. probably "don't spit on the water faucet"
"I hope my teeth aren't so yellow after this brushing..."
I can't think that early in the morning. At night I think about how tired I am, though! Or how minty my toothpaste is.
Mugwumps, hi-jumps, low slumps, big bumps
I let my mind wander...but that's just business as usual...
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Who brushes their teeth anymore?
'should I start Brooks or Plummer...'
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When I brush my teeth I try to not look at myself in the mirror and an epic battle pursues in which I try to prevent the evil forces of my long bangs from entering the holy shrine of my mouth.
I think about brushing trying to get every bit of food and whatnot out of my teeth.
I think about how to brush my teeth. I keep checking if I got every spot. It's annoying when you clearly see leftover tarter that you thought you brushed.