Bay-hay-be, you're amazing.

Last night I was strongarmed into seeing P.S. I Love You, which meant I spent two and a half hours bawling and soaking Boyfriend's coat with tears and snot trains.

I hate really emotional things because I hate feeling like I'm getting all bent out of shape over nothing. When I see a sad movie my first instinct is to be indignant: "How dare you make me feel this way!"