Someone write a song about me, please.

There are lots of songs with girl’s names as the title and some of them are awesome. I’ve been sort of addicted to The Plain White T’s “Hey There Delilah”, in part because there’s a real Delilah and a backstory and everything (and now, a response from “her” lawyer! Heeeee, brilliant.) . I wish there was a song about Kimli, but only sort of – I’d want it to be an *awesome* song, but not one that was so awesome that it would make people name their babies after it. I want my delicious, moist cake and I would like to eat it too: someone please write a hit song about me, but put a strange line in there that would make people think twice about using it as a name for a kid. I’m not demanding at all, really. Oh, and if it could have a Rock Flute in it, that would be awesome.

I should probably explain why the site has gone from Juice to Cake, too. I’ve been playing a game on the 360 called Portal, which is only the best game to be released this year and quite possibly ever. It’s an action/puzzle/FPS/comedy game, which would be an impossible genre to wrap your head around unless you’ve played it (and even then, you will be saying “what the FUCK?!” while playing it then laughing hysterically). Anyway, a major plot point in the game is cake. The temporary title of my site refers to that, and also to this song (don’t listen or read the lyrics if you’re planning on playing Portal, but I swear it’s worth it even for non-gamers), which appears over the ending credits and is utterly genius. It was written by Jonathan Coulton (he of the Ikea song, the equally brilliant Skullcrusher Mountain, and so much more) whom I have oft admired but now absolutely adore.

It’s sunny outside, and warm-ish. I need to pick up more special cat food for Sasha, so I will scoot there. Yay! She threw up early this morning, but I’m pretty sure it’s because she was hungry and got into Cheddar’s food, then realized it was gross and purged it. She seems fine, if indignant that I left her to starve while I dozed away the wee hours of the morning.

Next up on Delicious Cake Juice Dot Com: a horrible, shocking confession!