I'm falling in love with Ed Helms and I'm pretty sure he feels the same.

I'm not exactly sure how I sleep (because I haven't as of yet installed nightvision cameras in my bedroom, but I guess I had better) but it has got to be in some funky contortions! I have a note to myself written on the palm of my hand in black marker (no, I will not tell you what it says. No! Ok, ok, nosy. "1 pm-3 pm Krispy Kreme buy 2 doz get 1 free" Happy now? Geez, can't a girl have plans to overindulge on sugary goodness without you hassling her about it?). This morning I found the mirror image of this lil memo on my chest and on my inner thigh. What the?