When I was in high school, I worked at a bookstore, which was pretty much the best job ever. I came to the interview prepared to discuss my love of the classics, like Grapes of Wrath (true) and Anna Karenina (not even close to true). But when I saw that the owner of the bookstore was reading The National Enquirer, I figured I just needed to show that I was competent enough to operate the cash register and alphabetize books. And I was hired.
While employed at said bookstore, I read the Gossip Girl books. I’m not really sure why, but I used that fact as an excuse to watch the TV show when it first came out a few years ago. I’ll admit that I stuck through it the first two seasons, and then I gave up, because watching it made me feel really immature. I haven’t really been into it since. But then today I saw this:
And now I might have to start watching it again. If only for the scruffy puppy. I love me some scruffy puppies.