Have I told you about how my roommate has the shittiest taste in movies E*V*E*R? I didn't know anyone in the world actually liked With Honors, the flick about a Harvard undergrad who learns the Real Meaning of Life through befriending a homeless guy, except one of my boyfriends who once made me sit down and watch every puke-inducing minute of the damn thing, and in retrospect, I marvel that I didn't break up with him on the spot, except that he was really hot, but my roommate owns it on VHS. I mean, all I have to tell you is that the woman owns Kate and Leopold, like, the single most laughable movie ever. But I had a strenuous vacation and am in the mood to veg, which is why I'm sitting here tonight having a Mandy Moore-fest. Actually, nothing against the actress. I think she's darling and genuine, and her cover of "Someday We'll Know" in A Walk to Remember is a fantastic version of one of my favorite songs. But you know the movies they put her in. Deliberate dialogue and radio soundtracks and high school boys asking people out on real dates--ha ha. That's okay, I'd been feeling like I had a few too many brain cells recently, anyway.
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