Mess
i would like to ask you all to join me in picturing my three year old niece telling my brother-in-law as he walks out the door to work:
"mess 'em up, dog."
'cause i hear she did that.
i'm all irritated today, but madhavi just bought me flowers. 'cause she rocks. and jason invited me to his birthday party which is pretty damn friendly. so i guess i'm just in a bad mood for no reason.
maybe i'll go mess 'em up, dogs.
