You know, I'm an acquired taste. I know it, everyone knows it. I've often wondered what it would be like to be soft around the edges. To be a person for whom pink is appropriate. To be this. A gentle English rose. A person for whom quiet passages of poetry is a favored read. A person who wouldn't say this is shit if they were standing knee deep in it.
Instead, if I were to be associated with pink it would be this! There are worse things and if you have to play with the cards you are dealt, you may as well play them to win. So this is me getting all philosophical. Sort of makes you all misty eyed, doesn't it?
