I felt compelled to post the entire song, because the entire song is amazing.

Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.

[Chorus:]
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me

Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map

[Chorus (repeat)]

- "Kiss Me", Sixpence None the Richer

I don't know why...

...but I still don't like this blog template.
I mean, yeah, I've tried to put up with it, but it's flowers. Flowers. I'm a total non-feminine-ish-feminine, except when it comes to dresses. I actually like dresses a lot. Then again, that's the epitome of feminine. Why am I typing in italics?

Anyways, could we at least change the blog title? (I hate to sound picky and all, but PLEASE.)

DAM IT ALL,
BEAVER

Ha. Hahahaha. Muahahaha.

I'm doing Quote of the Day.
In yo' face.


"It's easy to blame ourselves, but it's even easier to blame Apu."