|
I read this horrible book today at work called "Mouse in Love."
Anthropomorphic mouse whines: "She loves me...she loves me not...she loves me...she loves me not...looking all over the world for the perfect mouse for me...turns out it's the mouse next door!" Yeah. It was sappy. I almost vomited.
Plus, the entire time I was thinking about mice really being "in love." Gross.
__________________
If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
|