one: i'm heartbroken. i cried a river. tear drought is over. blurry eyed. aspiring to be cowboy. hurt.
jake. jack. ennis. i will weap for you tonight.
two: who left me tomatoes? i went to a meeting at 2pm. came out of the meeting at 2.45. there was a small bowl of tomatoes on my desk with the note: sweet juicy love for my sweet juicy love. i have a list of suspects, including jake gyllenhaal, but no real leads. come on, 'fess up. it was sweet (and juicy) but my curiousity is killing this cat.
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to be honest i cried last week. but that wasn't a real cry. *this* cry was a real cry. it felt good. the movie could have been another 45 minutes as far as i was concerned. i wasn't quite done. but to answer your question, hell yeah. i feel relieved. and in need of another hit.
I can recommend some crying movies for you on DVD. Let's see:
Iris
The Idiots
Map of the human heart
The sum of us
The legend of 1900
That should get you started anyway
ohhhhh, love actuallly. hard core sob-orama
gabs. NO-ONE doesn't cry when belle kisses the beast and he turns into that hideous sappy blond prince with a mullet.
the best part about that smashing gay cowboy movie is going to the website afterwards to get a further jake G fix, and reading the 960 personal anecdotes uploaded to it by various tortured gay men from boise, idaho with similarly tragic pasts. one of them went to the movie twice in a row and then didn't eat for a week. so great.
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