How sad and pathetic are you if you find yourself in hysterics over the end of You've Got Mail? I was just sitting there minding my business, having a perfectly normal day, not one in which included turning into a blubbering mess of estrogen. Then, what happened? I'll tell you what happened. Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan happened. And there was magic. And I start to think things like, why can't I find a Joe Fox?
It was at that moment I knew I had hit rock bottom.
I need to start watching movies with more guns. And aliens. But I'll probably just watch Beaches instead.