you build me up... you break me down

My inspiration department has been lacking lately. My head feels empty... but I felt obligated to post something. My poor blog thingy is so lonely.

P.S I love you

I finally got around to watching this movie. I figured after watching "My Sisters Keeper" and crying my guts out, I wouldn't have anymore tears left. Wrong. This movie is depressing as fuck. Not because Jerry dies of a brain tumor, But because this fucker is DEAD and still manages to be more sweet than my boyfriend... who is very much alive by the way. This tear jerker gave women all over the world crazy unrealistic standards that will never be met. Men cannot be capable of being so loving, respectful and fun as this Jerry bastard. So up yours "P.S I love you". You made me hate my life for about 90 minutes.