So, scotch on the rocks equals crotch rocks, Daniel?

( Ramblings over today's episode of Ugly Betty. Spoilers. )

Also, OMG, THE PREVIEW FOR THE NEXT EPISODE! [dying of excitement]

EDIT: Oh yeah, my mom called me while I was in the middle of typing this entry and I was pacing around the room, waiting for her to finish talking just so I could finish this post. XDDD

Will I grow up to be like this?

Dear Mom,

Just because someone has decided to walk their dogs at night, down streets that aren't well lit, does not mean he's going to break into our home and kill us.

Let's take the paranoia down a notch.

Sincerely,
Likely to inherit your craziness. As if that hasn't happened already.