Putrid, pink, pukalicious party

Today i have hung pink garland, purchased pink balloons, and I know that you are going to have a hard time believing this, but I had to go purchase pink garments. I owned nothing pink, except one old bulky sweater from my super chubby days. I have taken one special birthday girl out to lunch and I am currently softening butter for strawberry icing for pink cupcakes.

Why must they love only what we hate? I am going to pour myself a big, black coffee and a huge chunk of black chocolate cake and watch a Tim Burton movie or something.