Lowbrow

Sometimes you just feel like someone has:



Remember to dress sexy at my funeral. Heh. I had to tie my arm to my body at the farm. Worked quite well. I'm tired and feel like I've been munging on rocks all day. Num num num.

Don’t stop, thinking about tomorrow, Don’t stop, it’ll soon be here, It’ll be, better than before, Yesterday’s gone, yesterday’s gone.

I'm trying Fleetwood Mac, I'm trying!

(I'm actually looking for the cover of it by...someone. Heard it on the radio)