wait, what?

I do not understand this concept. Daniel Day-Lewis as Guido Contini? Confuse me?
Happily, Marion Cotillard is still attached to the project, which solely redeems it for me. That woman can do no wrong. She could, like, eat babies or something and I'd be all "YEAH GO FRENCH GIRL."

satc, at long last.

I could write about all the reasons I cried during Sex and the City: the Movie, or I could just bypass it and say how much I loved it. Yeah, it was probably pretty cliche, but it was also pretty great. I cried because I was happy, because I was sad, because I love these characters. I would be lying if I said I didn't cry for the New Yorkness of it all, too, because I did.
I'd like to be able to write something that actually means...something about the movie so I'm not just a squealy fangirl, but I'm tired now. So maybe tomorrow. Or maybe not tomorrow, because I work a lot, and maybe not Sunday because I work a lot then, too. But soon.

baby meerkat time.

Because sometimes you just need one.

note to self...

...Yeah, this is why I'm moving out of this house in two months. Thanks, family, for the reminder.

oh plz.

Just to recap my day thus far:
1. My entire CD tower, which is about as tall as me, fell over. There are probably about two hundred CDs on it. It's kind of a bitch to re-stack them all.

and

2. I had to answer the door for the refrigerator repairman (laugh it up, Kayla) in my pajamas just now. I'm wearing my 2006 Tony nominees t-shirt and light blue pajama capris with Thumper from "Bambi" printed all over them. I'm a winner.

yeah...

This is the best thing I've read online in a while, and pretty much sums up my life at work.

debbie downer.

I don't like not having a plan.
I have always been someone who has to have a plan. Kay has always urged me to be more spontaneous. Sometimes I guess I do enjoy being spontaneous, but most of the time I like to have a plan. I like to know what time we're going out, who's going, where we're meeting, who's driving, when I should be ready.
I had a plan after graduation, and that plan was New York. I had been putting, more or less, all my energy into that plan. Since last fall, and more concretely since January, not a day went by that I didn't think about moving. Maybe I invested too much of myself into something that wasn't tangible to me (it wouldn't be the first time). After all the scheming and dreaming and booking of trips and saving of money, it took about five minutes for the whole thing to go up in smoke.
I guess if I've learned anything, it's not to put all my eggs in one basket, or something like that. I'm stuck here for another year, at least. I've resigned myself to that, but it hasn't been easy. I know New York isn't going anywhere, but at present, neither am I.