Rock on, ancient woman Follow those who pale In your shadow Rulers make bad lovers You better put your kingdom up for sale Did she make you cry Make you break down Shatter your illusions of love Is it over now, do you know how Pickup the pieces and go home.
Well, two classes cancelled today. One to be made up Thursday morn. The other, who knows. It doesn't really matter. I have tons of classes.
And what better to listen to when you are bitter about having started to fall in love with a psycho than Fleetwood mac? McVie is a drunk. Fleetwood was a drug addict. Stevie Nicks did so much coke she ate away her nose lining. Buckingham is a control freak and Christine McVie is just boring. And they've all slept with at least one other person in the band (Stevie with 2). And they all write songs about each other. Que bien!