every now and then i’ll do something and my co-worker will turn and say, “you are so twenty.”

maybe this being so twenty is a bad thing or maybe it just equals being crazy and ridiculously fun and silly… i still haven’t figured that one out.

but i guess my being so twenty would explain this craziness that i started at my house last week:

if so then i’ve decided that i’m okay with it.  it’s fun.  and soon i won’t be able to get away with being so twenty.