Earlier this week, my friend Nicole dubbed me the "Love Grinch". Thanks, Nicole. I suppose that kind of put my grumpiness towards anything mushy gushy into perspective. I mean it's kind of true. Let's be real...I tried to steal Valentines Day. I guess I'm just bitter. "Happily Ever Afters" never really seem to end very happily...at least that's the way I've seen it. My feelings for relationship junk was (still sort of is) much like the Grinch's feelings for Christmas: "hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. double hate. LOATHE ENTIRELY." Okay. That might be a little carried away. So let's just say, I'm flying solo, and totes okay with it.
Anyways, tonight, a couple of my best friends and I went to go see one of the newest Disney movies, "Tangled". Well. What can I say? The Love Grinch KIND OF melted. All of the little lanterns and glowing magic? It was KIND OF precious. So....what happened you say? Well in Hburg they say the Love Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day.
youre cute meg :)
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