Cow sheep

"dear diary,

i guess i should be shocked by my little incarnation serval taking her clothes off for tips in a club, but i'm not sure that i really care. first time i came to next life, while still in full control of her actions, one of the things i did was taking her clothes off in public, for the hell of it, and concluded that no-one seemed to notice, and that this new place that i had found seemed quite laid-back. if serval now can earn some money of her own while having a good time and making friends, why not.

i too need a new friend or two, i think. friends that play instruments. me and cow sheep and the computer haven't made much progress, and certainly no good songs, although we've tried. so i think we need more sheep in the flock. in the meanwhile i've been practicing on the guitar, and i think i'm improving somewhat. cow sheep isn't bad on his keyboards, or on handling the computer, but a problem is that he lacks even the slightest shadow of creativity. he only plays what i tell him. when i don't tell him anything, he just sits there. sometimes i think he's scared, for some reason, to try something of his own. and sometimes i even suspect that he doesn't like music very much, but keeps playing with me so that he can tell his nerdy friends that he's seeing a girl regularly. so it's not much of a band.

i don't really know why i keep telling things about this band here in serval's diary. it's not like there will soon be a lot of cool the new sheep people music to let serval hand over to the next world djs, to be played in all clubs. i'd be surprised no end if they'd ever even let us play in one of the station parties here in the real world. not even after eight o'clock, when everybody is too drunk to care. oh, they would care, if it was me climbing the stage. that little last bit of them that is keeping them alive, nose poking out of the dizzy fog, would care. not the sheep-hateress, they'd shout, not the non-stover! nadda shaepetriz, nadda nanstvr... i'd have to perform in disguise. false beard and stuff. "behold roo sheep! oh, sure, he loves sheep! but he had a mishap in his youth when shearing, that's why he's a countertenor now!" no, don't expect to hear my music. not in a while, at least.

btw, ty serval, for making me your cause. that's very sweet.

mia"