grrrrrrr...

I swear. Someone is reading my mind and stealing all of my brilliant ideas.

It happened with The Devil Wears Prada, it happened with Gossip Girl, though not nearly as well, and now it is happening again.

When I read books, I always invision them as movies playing out in my head. And usually I am the main character. This just makes it way more fun. I just learned that Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella, who is one of my favorite authors, and it is my favorite series of books, is being made into a movie. Yes.

Am I in it? No.

Isla Fisher and Christine Ebersole apparently are though. Lucky bitches.

Don't get me wrong, I loooooove both of them. Add Amy Adams and there's my top 3 people I want to have lunch with.

I'm just very scared for the movie. I know it will probably be at least decent, as was TDWP, but still. It's not going to be exactly like I imagined it, that would be impossible. And now I'll never get to be in it. Unless, of course, they make it into a Broadway show. That would be weird.

Though maybe I should start practicing my British accent just in case...

.jmm.