Shit Mouse

I could use this space to talk about how cold, bored, and cranky I am but...oh. I guess I just did.

I'm just going to type for typing's sake, because I really don't have anything better to do. I'm dubbing tapes for my Music Club, and drinking a teeny tiny coke, and trying to resist my pack of Camels in the other room.

These are the girls who I wish I could sing like
Janis Joplin
Grace Slick
Liz Phair
Cyndi Lauper
The ladies from Heart
Wouldn't that be awesome? Yeah, but I also wish I could play drums like Keith Moon...So far I still sound like that pots and pans band I was in with all My Little Ponies...But in my head, that's wicked cool.

My cat destroys everything I own. And to think that I was about to buy some pet mice today. Idiot. I still might. I could keep them in the bathroom...But Music Hating Chest Hair might get them. Shit, this is tragic. I'm trying to fulfill my friendship needs by purchasing small rodents.
I will name them after Spanish swears.