little black book

with sore heels from very mean boots, i decided to curl up on my couch with a box of milanos and watch my favorite wind-down, late-night, all-by-myself movie (and i'm sure every girl's): a chick flick. there are certain predictable things about this movie gene, of which i'm sure you're all aware, so i won't waste time with details. suffice to say, boy/girl meets girl/boy, boy/girl looses girl/boy (usually in a series of highly unlikely but hopefully entertaining scenarios), boy/girl gets girl/boy back, and movie ends with a we're-going-to-live-happy-ever-after kiss.

not to ruin the ending or anything, but brittney murphy doesn't get the guy in the end. she just doesn't.

i realized this about 5 minutes after you're supposed to. and i started to cry. maybe for my loss of self-respect that occurred a split second after the tears welled up in my eyes, but i'm not sure. i felt betrayed. i was fed one idea, but i was all wrong. i'm still puzzled. even though the girl-power/if-it-doesn't-kill-you-etc. ending soothed my spirits a bit, i don't think silence of the lambs threw me that kind of loop.

can i sue for false advertising or fraud? i think i’ve suffered some damages...