Huzzah! I'm B. Welcome to the little corner of the interwebs known as my blog. Expect sarcastic remarks, overuse of adjectives, attempts at wit, thrilling tales of ineptitude, and general musings on life as I know it.
'Heavy To The Touch (Think About Tonight, Forget About Tomorrow)' by Dads.
‘You get some time away, And time really gets away from you. I said I was searching for myself, But I was running from everything too. A new degree, a piece of paper, Framed in dark ebony to hang up later.’