In a complete 180 from my momentary George Clooney swooning a week ago, I've returned back to normalcy feeling contempt for men in general.
If they all suddenly disappeared from mother Earth, I'd be pretty happy.
Violent, gross, aggressive, smelly pits, dog breath, dirty socks, farty, crude, a vicious controlling a**hole of a gender. I don't understand why a butterfly would want to land on such a greasy primate. Ugh!
As far as a new surprising effect, it seems my cuticles have retracted slightly showing longer nail beds.