Giraffes? Giraffes! - She Looked Up From Examining the Freckles on Her Arm and Shouted. "Jesus, I'm Fucking God-Damn Tired of This Make-Up Sex!" And He Just Stared Off.
At the moment this album is one of the few works of art I'm aware of that expresses my mood adequately. Which probably doesn't say much about my mental health but fuck, it's not like there's even anything I can do about it at the moment.