I'm in a chick flick mood tonight and it's all Billy Idol's fault.
Earlier today The Wedding Singer was on TV, so now I have two things stuck in my head: the speech where Billy says "and because we let our first-class passengers do...pretty much whatever they want" and the song that Adam Sandler sings to Drew Barrymore while her fiance gets locked into an airplane bathroom.
So that, in turn, is A) making me sappy and B) making me want to watch Ever After again, since that's what my old roommate and I would do whenever one (or both) of us was in a sappy mood. Or maybe Penelope, since we both agreed that movie was awesome. (But again -- chick flick.) Oh, and it C) makes me want to talk with a British accent.
I totally was not intending to start off my blog on this note. I was going to write something witty and relevant. Oh well. I think it's time to stop writing now before I become even more saccharine. Plus it's late.
Blog out.
