After thoroughly googling myself to determine that a casual search of my name will not lead here, and knowing that my readership is piss-poor (thanks Sara & Alex!), I feel safe posting about my job. Gulp!
Last week was pretty shitty at work. Frankly, I'm over the details.
The important thing is that I got to meet Daniel Craig. And I totally went retarded. The only sentence I could form was "I saw Casino Royale twice!" in basically the same manner and pitch a three year old would use describing a trip to Disneyland. After that all I could do was retreat to my office to answer a phantom phone ring. D'oh!
So much for sleeping my way to the top :o)
Then later, at a convenience store, I saw his cover with Nicole Kidman on W Magazine. All I could think was, "That is so lame! I can't believe I let that man rob me of intelligent speech!" and "I really can't stand Nicole Kidman, her best work is way behind her (in To Die For)."
He is pretty hot, though.
And to you, my dear readers, please never, never, never link this blog to anything containing my real name--I would like to work in this town again :o)
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