Here are some thoughts on the movie The Vow…
There are some obvious problems with this movie, including but not limited to, an annoyingly frustrating bitch of a female protagonist, impossible to comprehend cuteness on the part of the man, and the fact that I cannot care about hipster love. I could have overlooked all of that if it weren’t for one missing scene. Where was the sex? If I am expected to sit through an entire Valentine’s Day instant classic then I expect a little action to make up for whatever dry spell I am experiencing. Seriously though! I have needs that should be met! Especially because the one bright side of losing all memory of your husband should be the excitement of fucking him for the first time and him being able to use his experience to get you off in ways you don’t know you want yet! That’s all I could think about while watching this movie and yet I was left unsatisfied like poor Channing Tatum. All build up, no release, worst fucking foreplay of my life.
Your best friend picked you up from your drunken hook up the next morning? Oh wait that’s every weekend.
Today, I cleaned my guy friend’s hadn’t-been-cleaned-in-a-year bathroom. I hope that scrubbing his toilet will be the best way to win back my reputation as a not-so-crazy girl and to make him like me again.
I think it’s working!
This person, rather than give you some independence and travel the 40 minutes to your job interview alone, comes along for the ride. Rather than supporting you in this stressful time, finds the only bar in the town open at 3 p.m. and makes you pick them up when you are done and they are tipsy.
Q: Boyfriend or best friend?
A: Best friends, two of them.
Alright, so let’s get something clear from the start. The three lovely ladies writing this blog are crazy. We are the greatest best friends in the world, but absolutely crazy. Straight up “Sex and the City” Carrie for Big crazy. Only worse (I mean better) dressers and occasionally less (sometimes more) pathetic. If you have ever been to Crazy Girl World, you can relate. If you haven’t then get the hell off this blog (but not actually, we desperately need your approval).
Sad, Pathetic, and Lonely