I'm cat-sitting. Request to bring cat to work was denied. Boo.
I saw Titanic once. It was enough.
Went out with a new friend on Wednesday night, talked about our mutual desire to go to Dollywood, OKCupid, Goldfrapp, and how the best part of the Virgin Suicides movie was the soundtrack.
I've been kicking back watching movies like it's going out of style -- I think there are three more on the shelf, none of which I'm super psyched about. Eh.
I guess I'll read a book. I have the new Dan Brown, which is more than likely to be a terrible, albeit quick, read and the third Jeffrey Archer Harry Clifton book. I told a patron I had it on hold too, and she said, "How could you read that?!" I don't know, it's in English, and I really enjoy Jeffrey Archer's style. WTF, check yoself.
Must wear a jacket and tie to Ellen's fucking wedding. We went to a SIFF movie last night and she made me buy her Dick's because she had no cash, and then bought herself popcorn and soda after whining about how broke she is and couldn't afford a ticket to the movie? I wanted to punch her lights out. No joke.
Ooh, watched Pitch Perfect yesterday. Um, Anna Kendrick and Brittany Snow in the shower together? Yes, please. And again.