So, apparently I'm not as smart as I should be sometimes, or maybe I just didn't think it through, but I ended up bumming myself out this week.
I picked up some summer reading and one of them was a light and easy chick flick type book that I whipped through in a couple of days.
It was an easy read, but I really did not like the premise (cheating with your best friend's fiancé because you used to love him back in the day, very un-cool) but I remember seeing trailers for the movie and liking the cast so I decided to watch it anyway. Despite not agreeing with glorifying cheating.
Anyhoo, proselytizing aside, the movie was fine (John Krasinski was adorable) but at the end of it I was pretty blue. I was all sad that my happily ever after wasn't happening, and that just made me miss Jay terribly.
I wanted to text him and be all "I miss you" but I didn't. And that was hard. But I didn't because I know I wouldn't get the response I'd be hoping for and then I'd end up sad and disappointed and feeling stupid.
But, yeah. Stupid Hollywood. Stupid chick flick lit books.
I shoulda known better.
2 comments:
Stick to stuff with explosions. You can't go wrong with blowing stuff up.
True dat! ;)
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