the word "daddy" gives me the creeps

Well, I am sufficiently creeped out by the song on here at the coffee shop: It sounds to be some sort of warbling classic "oh my heart belongs to daddy, yes my heart belongs to daddy, so i just couldn't be bad, because my heart belongs to daddy because he treats it so weeeeeeellllll". Mmm the warbler is Eartha Kitt. Okay, so informing my designation of this song as the pedophilia anthem du jour is the fact that I have been reading this book about awoman who developed 17 personalities in response to the most gruesome abuse I've ever read about, at the hands of her father and grandfather and uncle and their friends and church members. It would seem too horrible to be true if it weren't a memoir of sorts told by her psychotherapist. I can't believe they managed to get more than one grown woman to sing this bag o' inappropriateness.

In other news, I've been choosing paint colors and it's like excruciating. I was looking at a pleasant orange color and the more and more i thought about it the more I realized that what was cute on a swatch would be positively horrific in person. and frankly I don"t know that the color I have chosen is going to be all that much better. But it feels lighter..in my MIND! The paint guy was like "uh, yeah, that's going to be bright." I'm so thankful for finally having a place of my own, but can I tell you that the most exhausting thing is all the decisions. I can't make decisions to save my life. I mean even in the best of times I am indecisive, but at the worst of times I am positively crippled! Light fixtures, dishes, paint colors, beds, door handles. I think some people would love this. I'm exhausted!

I'm sitting in the most perfectly sized chair right now. It's amazing. This whole new world of furniture and design has opened up to me. I never really paid any attention to it before. Now I am noticing paint colors and wood grains.

anyway, here are the lyrics of the inappropriate song. enjoy!
I used to fall in love with all those boys who maul the young cuties
But now I find I’m more inclined to keep my mind on my duties.

While tearing off a game of golf
I may make a play for the caddy
But when I do, I don’t follow through
‘cause my heart belongs to Daddy.

If I invite a boy some night
To dine on my fine finnan haddie
I just adore his asking for more
But my heart belongs to Daddy

Yes my heart belongs to Daddy
So I simply couldn’t be bad
Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da
So I want to warn you, laddie
Though I know you’re perfectly swell
But my heart belongs to Daddy
‘cause my Daddy he treats it so well

There was a dame that a football game
Made long for the strong undergraddie
I never dream of making the team
‘cause my heart belongs to daddy

Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
So I simply couldn’t be bad
Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da
So I want to warn you, laddie
Though I know you’re perfectly swell
That my heart belongs to Daddy
‘cause my Daddy, he treats it so well