I woke up with an insanely sore throat. I went to sleep coughing and itching, but I didn’t think it would be this bad. I’d like to bring up that pills don’t work for me because of the immunity I’ve built up. Since I was really young, my mother would tell me to pop a pill for almost any little injury or pain. So, they don’t work when I really need them to.

Anyway, I woke up this morning coughing up blood- and now I barely have a voice.

I needed my voice today especially because my camera just stopped working last night, and I’m sure I’m going to have to argue with these people about my warranty.

My horoscope said things like this would happen, and that I should take a trip. If I wasn’t coughing up my own lungs, I probably would.

(via ilikerichboys)

But I saw it. I saw it because these bitches forced me to watch it after I tried explaining to them that movies like that give me anxiety and the chick flick spot in my heart has already been filled. Once that spot is full- more will only make you sick.

So I saw it anyway and I didn’t mind it too much. I held back tears a couple of times, and I actually think Amanda Seyfried did a decent job. And I still think Channing’s neck is too thick.

I didn’t read the book- but hello! No shit the book was going to be better. I think I’ve heard/read that the movie ruined the book too many times. How the hell was “Hollywood” going to fit an entire book into a two hour (not even) movie? Stop hating, people. Take it for what it was. A chick flick.

I probably won’t be updating this weekend. Beetch.

Love you guys though. Good thing tumblarity doesn’t exist. I mean, not that I cared. Bwahah.