take me to your j.o.

I'm sitting in bed with the laptop, eating cookies in my PJs (yeah, it's like 8:30 here, that's how I roll) and typing an e-mail to Chad. The subject line of the email in question is the first stanza of the song "American Wedding" by Gogol Bordello, and there's really no way to type out lyrics like HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO AMERICAN WEDDING? WHERE'S THE VODKA WHERE IS MARINATED HERRING? without using the caps lock key. When I finish, I end up trying to go over to Jeano's blog, but the caps key is still on, so instead it reads JEANOPRO. Like a robot is talking. No, bellowing. No, demanding that we go find Jeano. As in,

JEANOPRO. THIS IS GOD. LISTEN UP. LISTEN UP TO MY BIG BOOMING VOICE.

For whatever reason, this is making me laugh really hard right now.