ah. right.

Touch My Body by Mariah Carey (when I first wrote it, I said Oh my God for the title, and it's appropriate)*

I. Um. Okay, thefourthvine is restricted from watching because one vendetta a year is enough, really. The rest of you...

I mean. Does anyone watch that and think strange soft-core porn metrosexual fantasy as interpreted by someone who has a.) never had sex b.) never had a relationship that didn't involve chatspeak and c.) been diagnosed insane?

A unicorn? Why? Why? What did unicorns do to you?

*svmadelyn pasted this to me without warning. Without warning.

ETA: Pillow fight? Stop. Stop. Stop.