Wednesday, February 25, 2009
You know, it's really hard to take you seriously when you're in this kind of condition. It makes me feel awkward. You starting drooling...more than usual. I can't understand what you're saying...other than "mama" and "papa", which clearly just leads me to believe you have issues with your parents...but who doesn't? You're not so special, baby. And I'm not sure I like this whole ceiling eyes look you have going on. It puts me in a bad mood. Pretty soon you might start rambling on about spray tans. What kind of rum is that anyways???....Wait........this is apple juice.......but where did all the rum go?!?!?