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OK SO. Fuck Nicholas Sparks.
Not that I cried during his fucking stories...but still, fuck him.
It's the same shit everytime. He builds you up watching this adorable love story, and then kills one of them.
Think back to the two movies he's made from his books...A Walk to Remember, and Nights in Rodanthe.
Thanks Nick.
Thanks.
Whatthefuckever. My mom was crying the entire time...and I saw it coming, and just braced myself for it. I knew she wasn't gonna die. And it would be Richard Gere...
But either way, I figured out why women cry during these stupid romance-y movies. I realized it while my mom was crying her ass off....
(Most) Women cry during these fuckin things mainly because they want the kind of love they see in the story. I say that because when I was an unhappy, loveless bitch (or at least not getting the love I wanted), and I subjected myself to stories like those of Mr. Sparks, I'd cry my little ass off.
I almost felt bad for my mom, actually...and that's what almost made me cry a little. But I couldn't let that happen. I don't think I've ever cried in front of my mom during a movie...that didn't involve animals and/or retards...and tonight wasn't gonna be any different.
Anyway...my loverboy is away and he comes home on Saturday. Thank fuck. I miss him like crazy. He's presently in a strip club, where the girls dont even get topless. So really, he's watching girls in skimpy outfits...surrounded by firemen. I can't imagine just how bored he actually is.
Ugh. Fuck. I miss him.
Gianni, I miss you. Dammit. And I wanna meet your new lady. And I wanna hug you. You give the best, most meaningful twinny hugs. =D
Not that I cried during his fucking stories...but still, fuck him.
It's the same shit everytime. He builds you up watching this adorable love story, and then kills one of them.
Think back to the two movies he's made from his books...A Walk to Remember, and Nights in Rodanthe.
Thanks Nick.
Thanks.
Whatthefuckever. My mom was crying the entire time...and I saw it coming, and just braced myself for it. I knew she wasn't gonna die. And it would be Richard Gere...
But either way, I figured out why women cry during these stupid romance-y movies. I realized it while my mom was crying her ass off....
(Most) Women cry during these fuckin things mainly because they want the kind of love they see in the story. I say that because when I was an unhappy, loveless bitch (or at least not getting the love I wanted), and I subjected myself to stories like those of Mr. Sparks, I'd cry my little ass off.
I almost felt bad for my mom, actually...and that's what almost made me cry a little. But I couldn't let that happen. I don't think I've ever cried in front of my mom during a movie...that didn't involve animals and/or retards...and tonight wasn't gonna be any different.
Anyway...my loverboy is away and he comes home on Saturday. Thank fuck. I miss him like crazy. He's presently in a strip club, where the girls dont even get topless. So really, he's watching girls in skimpy outfits...surrounded by firemen. I can't imagine just how bored he actually is.
Ugh. Fuck. I miss him.
Gianni, I miss you. Dammit. And I wanna meet your new lady. And I wanna hug you. You give the best, most meaningful twinny hugs. =D