Last night, as promised, I pulled out one of my favorite movies (which also doubles as a holiday movie of sorts), Bridget Jones's Diary. Is it wrong that I relate to being a dreaded Singleton way too much? That in the scene where she's in her jammies drinking red wine alone and singing along to Sad Fm I thought they may have been spying on me in my house? That her adventures make me laugh? Of course not. Nothing wrong with those things at all. Of course, the saddest part was that I was half an hour into the movie when I felt tired and decided to go to bed. At 8 o'clock. That's right, I said 8 o'clock. Don't judge me. Why am I still tired?
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Holiday Movies Make Me Happy
Last night, as promised, I pulled out one of my favorite movies (which also doubles as a holiday movie of sorts), Bridget Jones's Diary. Is it wrong that I relate to being a dreaded Singleton way too much? That in the scene where she's in her jammies drinking red wine alone and singing along to Sad Fm I thought they may have been spying on me in my house? That her adventures make me laugh? Of course not. Nothing wrong with those things at all. Of course, the saddest part was that I was half an hour into the movie when I felt tired and decided to go to bed. At 8 o'clock. That's right, I said 8 o'clock. Don't judge me. Why am I still tired?
That was me last December with "Love Actually"...I think with that one I have you beat. :)
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