I told myself I was only going to watch one and dismiss it. Because I don't like happy things.
The process basically went like this.
I will never watch this.
I can't believe I'm agreeing to watch this.
I'm going to hate this.
I hate this.
I really hate this.
Why is this getting kind of enthralling?
Why is this getting kind of funny?
Why am I laughing?
I REALLY WANT TO HATE THIS.
Why do I want to watch the next episode?
Cue a couple more episodes in which mental shutdown/confusion occurs, and then basically a prolonged "why am I still watching this" that eventually turned into an "I love this".
I felt a lot of emotions tonight.
Long story short, I watched six episodes.
I love Pinkie Pie. So much.
On a related note, I had been *looking* for a new wallpaper for my desktop.