Kelly, after 31 years of having long hair because I thought I'd look like a moonfaced boy if I cut it, and going around all jealous of the pixie-cut darlings, I just went and did it, and it's fantastic. As my hairdresser says, everyone knows what your head looks like; stop being a baby.
See, I named my proposal attempt for an early-18th-century text that viciously denounced the policies that kept the Irish underclass living in a state of starvation and despair by satirically suggesting we might as well buy and eat their children's flesh, because no one seems to care whether they live or die. Romance!
I saw it last night! We laughed!
Normally when I see a movie in which a guy has serious emotional problems and is a dick but the girl forgives him and saves him in the end, I think, oh fuck that's gonna last like two minutes because he's still a mess, right? [SPOILER SORTA] Well, at the end of this one, I thought the same thing about Kristin Wiig's character, who is me basically (I never get to see movie characters who are me! it was weird!), that she's still a fucking mess and that guy should run.
I confronted myself. Because of Bridesmaids.
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