A Very Murray Christmas
There I was, minding my own business on the Internet when - BOOM - amidst the stupid stuff on Facebook about whatever wrongs had been inflicted at Walmart or Costco and pictures of gourds, decaying leaves and whatnot - WAS THE HAPPIEST THING I HAVE SEEN IN MY WHOLE LIFE.
And so, there you have it, a culmination of all my dreams. It makes me think - no - IT MAKES ME CERTAIN that George Clooney has been reading this blog. He knows how much both Christmas and his perfect, sultry smile mean to me. Plus, Bill Murray is basically the best. So, you know, there's that.
Let's think about this:
- Bill Murray - perfect
- Clooney - perfect
- Christmas - the culmination of perfect (food, parties, excuses for cocktails at lunch and so on)
- Miley Cyrus - perfectly entertaining
- Rashida Jones - perfect girl crush
- Amy Poehler - perfectly likely to offer me a job on a new project she's working on
PERFECT IN EVERY WAY.
And, of course, I'm not talking about "practically perfect" in a Mary Poppins sense of the term - but actually PERFECT PERFECT.
This is, officially, the happiest I think I have ever been.
Do NOT LET ME DOWN GUYS. Do NOT let me down.
This has been a special Princess of the Internet bulletin. You may now return to your regularly scheduled programming.