A Basque in Boise

Beauty and the Briefcase

After a break-up, some people like listening to playlists with the saddest songs ever, like losing at love wasn’t painful enough. Others turn to chocolate, take up drinking, or become workaholics.

I, on the other hand, rather watch a chick flick when I feel like torturing myself. And I swear, there is nothing that angers me more than suffering through a romantic comedy just to discover the ending is so dumb and unrealistic you can’t even feel sorry for yourself when the guy gets the girl and everyone cheers.

Damn you Hilary Duff and your stupid briefcase.

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13 thoughts on “Beauty and the Briefcase

  1. Henar Chico

    I couldn’t even cry at the end. Well, I did cry, but now because I felt sorry for myself (the whole point of wasting two hours on a chick flick), but because the ending was so fucking stupid. I didn’t think the movie could get worse in the last 5 minutes, but it did.

  2. Henar Chico

    I couldn’t even cry at the end. Well, I did cry, but now because I felt sorry for myself (the whole point of wasting two hours on a chick flick), but because the ending was so fucking stupid. I didn’t think the movie could get worse in the last 5 minutes, but it did.

  3. Diana

    The best chick flick ever has to be the one we watched exactly three years ago: “He’s Just Not That Into You.”

  4. Diana

    The best chick flick ever has to be the one we watched exactly three years ago: “He’s Just Not That Into You.”

  5. Henar Chico

    That was awesome, and true, no matter how you look at it. I’m a sucker for Sleepless in Seattle, but that statement from Drew Barrymore was just too good: “I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. It’s exhausting.”

  6. Henar Chico

    That was awesome, and true, no matter how you look at it. I’m a sucker for Sleepless in Seattle, but that statement from Drew Barrymore was just too good: “I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. It’s exhausting.”

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