I'm drinking a virgin margarita. It keeps taunting me by smelling like a real margarita. Damn you for teasing me with booze, you delicious monstrosity, you. *guzzles*
Anyway, in other news, it's Friday, which means it's the day after payday, which means I went DVD shopping. And it's so nice when my mother's expert shopping abilities kick in for DVD shopping, because I got five DVDs for sixty bucks. Woohoo! *happy dance*
What I got:
-- His Girl Friday ... Dude, it's Cary Grant! And I've never seen it! And best of all, it was five bucks. In the words of a past post, travesty! Also, mineminemine!
-- While You Were Sleeping ... Any movie that can make Bill Pullman look adorable AND keep Sandra Bullock from being too obnoxious, I can love. Also, Peter Gallagher. Oh, and that is so my family, if they were blended with the family in Home For The Holidays.
-- Sneakers ... Does it require an explanation? No.
-- The Thomas Crown Affair ... Which isn't here now, because I made Bosslady take it home and watch it this weekend. She made the passing mention that she liked Pierce Brosnan and hadn't see the movie and I pretty much forced her at mock-gunpoint to take it home.
-- Sense and Sensibility ... Because God knows, if I'm going to own every Hugh Grant movie through no fault of my own, I should have this one. Not that I can't recite good chunks of it from memory, but whatever.
Also, has anybody else seen the cover of this week's People? I was pissed off before I even read it, and for good reason -- because the cover is Britney Spears and Kevin Federline with his daughter. Okay, look, if you wanted to waste a cover evry month for the last few months giving People exclusive interviews in which you make inane comments about your relationship and take smarmy photos in which you cling obsessively to one another, fine. But, this right here? This just irritated the piss out of me. So you have Kevin, smiling completely obliviously for the camera while his poor kid sits next to him looking like a brainwashed hostage, and next to her with this toothy, terrifying grin is Mommie Deare-- er, I mean, Britney. Gyah. *shudders*
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