Nothing, and I repeat nothing, could make me want to watch a chick-flick that ends on a happily-ever-after so that I could spend the night downing coffee and rewriting the ending to kill the hero or watch a grand war movie where a lot of hunky-male-type-men end up dead. Other than the horrible feeling of being in... well... liking someone.


Just a thought in passing you know. Only in passing. Which is why I don't have a title for this.