I hate watching sad movies and then feeling all sad from watching the sad movie(s). But I still watch them anyway because I'm a chick who has a pussy and is a fucking pussy so you and I will just have to deal with that. I watched Indecent Proposal twice in a row tonight, wide-screen and enhanced on AMC man, but I didn't cry. Nosiree. No more crying for Christina. I'd rather suck it up and explode when I'm going through my mid-life crisis, a time when my looks disintegrate faster than Derek Jeter's balls.
There's this one thing that I must get off my chest before taking the deep temporary slumber for tonight:
I always fucking confuse Woody Harrelson with Jeff Daniels.
Bonus!
Christina N. @ 1:26 AM
