Well, now I know why Dana horked.

Signed,
Flinty Black McCockles O'Myheart

Okay. So the lyrics lean a little towards the God side. But I still don't get what's so wrong. Are you guys eww-ing the idea of butterfly kisses? Because I used to adore those when I was little. They used to crack me up like nothing else. And what we called butterfly kisses at my house was putting your face really close to the other person's cheek (or sometimes my mom would do it to my neck, if I left it vulnerable, since I'm way ticklish there), and blinking your eyes, so that the lashes would tickle the skin. It was barely even touching-- it required much less contact than a regular kiss, if that's what's bothering you people. I don't understand what is so gross.

In other news, it's already been an eventful day, and it's not over yet:

So today, the bad: I have had to deal with the creepy creepy rat issue (this one gets many bad points). I broke my shoe. I went to my piano class, and have decided that I must be doing something wrong, since apparently it shouldn't hurt to play-- or so I've been told. I burned my finger on a skillet (No, that's not what hurt when I was playing piano). I broke a pair of earrings that I really, really liked-- and which are still very new. And my key got so stuck in our stupid semi-broken gate that I was outside trying to release it for ten minutes-- and it was a passerby who finally managed to get it free.

The good: because of the horribly creepy rat, I didn't stay at work for very long. I went to Payless and bought some super comfy (cheap!) Mary Jane-like shoes. My second class of the day must have been cancelled, since no one showed up during the first twenty minutes besides me and two other classmates, so I got to go home way early. Also, this morning, when I took a shower, I had hot water! Which was very exciting. Also, I have cheesecake in my possession.

Other things I have to do today:

• Apply for a loan.
  
• Apply for an internship.
  
• Laundry.
  
• Answer a bunch of emails.
  
• Make some phone calls.
  
• Write.
  
• Watch either Veronica Mars or TAR.

Only one of those things on my to-do list looks exciting. Does anyone want to take care of the things that don't involve watching TV?

Cinnabon french toast

ita, that was just plain mean.

t joins the ITA IS A MEANIE club

Actually I was sort of expecting Butterfly Kisses (which is new to me) to be incestly squicky, from everyone's extreme ew reactions, so the merely maudlin and gooey is a step up from my imaginiation.

Timelies all!

Sharing the "Butterfly Kisses" squick...waaay too much sap for its own good.

Thank you, flea. It's saccharine, absolutely. I really don't understand where the huge gross-out is coming from.

Edited to ask: WHY IS IT SQUICKY??? Seriously. I do not understand, and people just keep saying eww, and not explaining.

I'm beginning to think you are all perverts, and twisting it into something it's not.

I wouldn't use squick to describe my dislike of Butterfly Kisses. I have no problem with the kisses themselves, but the song is just way too sappy for my taste.

Motorists cannot buy devices, now used by emergency vehicles, to change red lights to green. [dude, I didn't even know they existed ...]

The hell with the anti-spam thing, I want one of these.

Cinnabon french toast

t Reconsiders plans for dinner...