"There aint no cure for the summertime blues"

Though I must admit there is a cure for the blues. I just sat around a bit and being blah. At four (after a it's-so-lousy-it's-actually-quite-funny Ricky Lake show) I decided to dress up. And boy do I get cheerful from dressing up. The trick is to be yourself while being something else. I'm going for that schoolgirl gone wild look. Sadly I don't have Tommy's taste or addiction to shoes which means Chucks will have to do (and they, ofcourse will). Purplish lipstick, hair up in two ponytails, and a little pout to go with the skirt and fishnets.

I came here to kick some ass and chew bubblegum. And I'm all outta gum.

Let's go to bandpractice.