It's got to be final... I'm doomed! These damn movies all have their happy little endings... though they don't bother to show three years later when they're filing for divorce... and have to saw the love seat in half... split the CD collection... and divvy up the frequent flyer miles! UGH! Damn Jean Negulesco, Gene Kelly, Blake Edwards, Audrey Hepburn... all of you and your damn happy endings..
Okay. So to finally come out, I'm a closet happy-ending fanatic.. It may be impractical to say the least, but we all almost always want what we can't have. Isn't it so, or is it just another figment of my imagination? I think I'll go fester and steam in the corner now.
Listen to something to cheer me up a bit... like... some Ani DiFranco...er... Simon and Garfunkel... er.. Jack Johnson or the shins... Damn. I can't think tonight.. If I do I may end up drowning myself in a land of happy fluffy no-worry people, who are stupid enough to wish for happy endings but expect nothing more than ... a phone call? Okay. I'm gonna go smother myself with my pillow er something instead.