~The Anti-Cute Page~
Forward: Cute's an alright word. It's the word that most often describes me, so why wouldn't it be? I'm only joking, I'm not that conceited... but when you take cute to the extreme of little kittens frolicking about a web page with rainbows and butterflies and other assorted... doohickies... it just gets a little excessive. So long live cuteness to moderation! I know that this might seem jouvenile, amateurish, even ridiculously immature. Well... it is! Hey, we can't all be sophisticated for every moment all 8 teenage years, can we? And I'm only joking, so if the owner of the Cute Home wanders here... don't smack me, okie?
What Disgusts Me About The Cute Home... Thing:
- Cute. Now, I'm not against cute in the sense of "Mego is so cute!"... no,no,no. But... LOOK AT IT! Gahh!
- Pink. What is that supposed to be? It's ALL pink.
- Just a moment, I'm hyperventilating.
The Culprit:
Now. If you eyes sting just from the sight of the link up above, it might be because it's blurry and I'm too lazy to fix it. *OR* it's because the sight of pastels and adorable kittens make you lightheaded. Yes indeed, that's probably the case, you can bet your bottom dollar on that. If so, I don't recommend visiting this cute festival. It's the wrong kind of cute. Weak-stomached ones, unite!