The Stars and the Cookie Jar

My girlfriend is directing the movie of my book. Or cinematographing. Or something. I forsee creative control through sexual favors. No, actually I trust her judgment. But it's more fun to sound despotic about it. So, without further ado, CAST MY MOVIE. Singing is a requirement for at least one actress, but if anyone suggests Emmy Rossum, they will die. They will die dead. We also need a seven piece brass band, but I'll let someone else take care of that. Also, I envision grandiosely many location shoots. And now she's grumpy, so I'm done posting.