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It the past few months I think my hormones have kicked in.

I just finished watching Love Actually and I'm bawling like a baby.

THIS DIDN'T USED TO HAPPEN! I never used to cry at movies! I left that up to my friend Sarah who could cry at movies at the drop of a hat.

And now I'm a sniffly snotty mess because of this silly little British movie.

I didn't cry when I lost my job, I didn't cry when I got the email from my dad on Sat, but now I can't seem to stop crying.

I fucking hate my ovaries. Who wants them?
 
 
 
 
 
 
HA H AH AH. . . .thats the one beauty of being a guy. YOu're only allowed to cry on several occasions:

1. At a funeral
2. During a war movie
3. After you've been kicked in the balls.
i'll have your ovaries, if i can chew on them.
I cried too when I saw that movie, especially when Liam Neeson says to the kid, "I should have told your mother every day, because she was perfect every day."

*sob*

--Tiff