Happy Thursday, you guys! I don’t want to alarm anyone, but today is the end of my week because I don’t have to come into the office for even one minute tomorrow. I know that with some offices you have to come in on your day off just to make sure that a pack of Death Eaters hasn’t descended on it, or that it doesn’t function as a meth house when you’re not there, but not at Crushable HQ! Nosirree! Tomorrow is all mine! And I’m planning on sleeping in and wearing pants for approximately none of it. These are my plans.
Sadly, I know very little about The OC (don’t call it that), due to it being popular in the Dark Ages, aka the time surrounding 2001 when I wasn’t allowed to watch television or listen to music or really be up-to-date on anything involving pop culture (yes, it’s safe to assume I was the coolest), but I am having a really great time imagining Mischa Barton working as an ad executive on Madison Avenue or Elisabeth Moss getting into a cat fight with Christina Hendricks.