2005-04-06 - 10:52 a.m.
I was tired last night, so instead of doing something useful or discovering the cure for cancer or something, I watched the incredibly icky Mona Lisa Smile. Oh, I knew what I was in for, but still I watched. And, here's the weird part, after 90 minutes of wincing and cringing, I actually...cried at the end.
Hollywood, you are a bad, manipulative boyfriend. You don't challenge me, you don't care about my needs, and still you have me twisted around your little glossy finger.
Boy howdy, someone's got a nit to pick with this particular Wiccan!
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