I'm That Little Bit of Hope When Your Back's against the Wall

Yes, I have the R.Kelly song "World's Greatest" in my head. Why? Because I am the World's Greatest. What did I do to deserve this honor? Give a homeless man mouth-to-mouth recessitation at the 23rd street subway station? Push a baby carriage out of the way of an oncoming M27 bus? Nope. I just recovered a piece of information for one of my colleagues that required me to go back in time, if you will, and uncover it from the 2001 Transaction Log. Why, I was practically in diapers myself in 2001 and yet I managed to come through when others had failed! It is a great day to be an Administrative Assistant! Also, now that I think about it, I may also be the "World's Self-Importantest".

In Washington this weekend Bizzy and I went to see Capote. It was okay. (I can already see LaHipster shaking her fists at her computer screen). Kind of slow and quiet, which I don't mind, but we were both practically falling asleep to begin with, so the film's slow pacing didn't help much. I would reccomend that you read "In Cold Blood" before you see the film; Biz hadn't read it and I think I was able to appreciate it more for having read the work (shout out to Mr. Murphy's AP English Class here.) At anyrate, the highlight of the evening was seeing Hannah, my beloved ViennaTwin, and stuffing our faces with Brie and S'mores at Cosi before the show.

I started watching Undeclared courtesy of Netflix last night, and I was kinda disappointed. I'm only two episodes in, but it just doesn't rival the genius of Apatow's Freaks and Geeks. Of course, I still want to marry Seth Rogen.